Stormzy
Audacity (Remix)
[Intro]
Walk out with no cash on me
Hit the bank, splash the casualties
Still, I've got debts hanging over head and yet man tryna take that from me
That's nine years of tragedy
Nine years of fallacy
Just bad abuse, going round like noose
Am no badman, but am anger-ry
And the worlds entire catastrophe
Life of fire and agony
And bastards always tryna push you down, put you in the ground for a laugh
Argh, G
You really shouldn't have messed with me
Boutta run the town with no vest on me
Boutta paint it red with the blood they've shed
I've got no tears lеft, so fuck empathy
So

[Verse 1]
What?
Who's on what?
Go on soft cunt, then, call the Plod
Amma stay Bossеd, Hugo round the clock
You know those thots just wanted my cock
Got their fingers twitchin', I can see them itchin' to diminish me of peace
But, I really been the realest; tell em what the deal is: how the fuck we gonna sort this beef?
Mac Broadus when I sport this brief, that's the Calvin packin heat
Make a shy bitch manic and I been needin' me another Aubrey
Drake: ("what?")

[Verse 2]
For the Plaza am endorsin', so, nah; I ain't clashin man, am warrin
Am gunnin, baggin, fam: extortion
Got ye Nan for ransom, now you're shooketh
That's your crown that I have took, son
Man, I made Shakur proud; the culture will all be bowin' down in awe
She ain't knottin' cus' she's never had them thought so-
It's fuck a Tory, puttin' in that Labour
You ain't a princess, just a bitch with some paper hangin' over head, throwin shade, yeah
I ain't got no money, what a shame, yeah - least am the one who gone make it

[Verse 3]
Go an' fuckin' cry to daddy den'
Tell the twat to sue, my lyin friend
I see the silver linin' - won't tie the thread
Be over Moon if I died from cloud, ye vile cret
Go peg ye dad - like you always told
Megalomaniac needs someone to control
So, he gaslights the only one that he knows see's every line as a lie like despisin' coke
Funny thing's: you think you're mad
Act like ye from the sticks, you're a stickman; gas me and thats a different kinda' scene: you won't be seen again, are you gettin grasp?

(You're not worth my time)
Cus am after that Rolex, fuck a rolodex handed by vile runts like yourself
Narcissist cunt dont like bein stuck on the shelf by his Tory daddy, who's more than happy to ignore his calls for help
Cus we all know he's sort of tapped, I mean, he can't just laugh; he needs to do a noncey grin
Proper case, why's he always tryna win?
Get a life, get a grip and fuckin twist
Nah, am lyin, I ain't sick, nah - not that sick
I don't push people to their limits, till they're at the edge of the fuckin bridge
And this the kinda bastard who pushed him, actin like he slipped
Need's a fuckin smackin, needs some damage - need's a fuckin taste of what the world has to give
Cus he sits there in his castle, lookin down at us like rascals, thinkin that he's bout it; but the coward would fuckin dip
If I grabbed the fuckin hacksaw, went around his household - cus am "such a Psycho"; but, I'll leave that for the tape