Stormzy – Handsome lyrics | LyricsFreak

[Intro: J Hus & Stormzy]
Ayy, yo, it’s Heavy Papa
AKA Heavy Duty, don’t hide the beauty
Representing Kanka always
Top militarian, the Jamba boys
The goal is to touch your soul
Everywhere I go, I make it warm
I would never inform, but I’m fully on form
I’ll bring the fire, Stormzy bring the storm
Yeah, flavour
Flavour

[Verse 1]

First things first, I’m a real G (Word)

How’s a tweet on Twitter gonna kill me? (How?)

If I ain’t the G.O.A.T., then I will be (True)

They know this, so they seven figure deal me, oh, do you feel me?

Facts why I’m still on (Yeah)

And I still got racks for my real don (Boy)

And we used to bang your shit

Now your album, it’s just something that we built on

I look around and there ain’t no love now

Scream “Fuck them all,” I’m on crud now

Wanna call me bro like we’re blood now

Word to Capo Lee, it’s all mad now, like

I still skrrt on a brudda while you’re there with your bros (Yeah)

On the big boy side, and make you tear for your clothes (Yeah)

See the fear in your eyes, man are scared of the flow (Yeah)

Still man of the year five years in a row, I

Still don’t do police

Cah they act like they care when they do the least, and

Every time I drop a new release

Gyally pull up to my door like I’m Uber Eats, I flex

I let the fool boy do the deets

When I’m tourin’, I do the streets

It’s all calm ’til you’re caught on a rope for your stupid tweets

And then you act like you’re new to beef

I thought I told you

[Chorus]

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

[Verse 2]

It’s like I’m young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

Peng tings wanna hold me at ransom

I go booth and make an anthem

I just drop the heat and do tour

From Amsterdam to New York

You won’t bust your gun, you a dork

Go suck your mum through a straw

‘Ight, calm down, don’t get defensive

Oh, this flow is so expensive

I can’t let you niggas rent this

They shall try and reinvent this

They shall try and they will fail

All my G’s, they buy and sell

Rude boy, I should be in jail

For these riddims that I push through my clientele

Alright, look, I’m young, black, fly, and cool

Think that’s how I got by in school

Man get books, start buyin’ jewels

Them man get shook, start buyin’ tools

Oh, man, you bunch of lyin’ fools

Rude boy, diss me if you dare

Then she whispered in my ear

Said, “Gunshot Mike, we’ve missed you bare”

It’s like I’m

[Chorus]

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

Young, black, fly, and handsome

Burn down the rave like I’m Rachael Anson

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