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In your town to In your town to In your town to Night You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Skeng chat, kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth, look You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Skeng chat, kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it Bun all the talking, go on then, do it Running through the party, bottle of Bacardi Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it" Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap Even when I'm sober, I'm so gassed Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (What you talking 'bout?) Clown, stand down Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound You were never bad then, you ain't bad now Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes Said fuck that, I can't wear those I don't like them, they're not my ting They went silent, they're all weirdos Like yeah, Stormz gone clear Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler Mandem are calm, but you see my don there? Fuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare Don't care who you know from my block You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed They can take my car and my creps I'll still do the road in my socks Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him? Weed in a cigarette, blue slims Don't be an idiot, move smart I've been killing it, new king Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff You're a prick by yourself, go and group up And when Krept went States for the BETs I was covering Krept like a bootcut Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting Dem man are broke, no salary ting Had a peng ting called Amy Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting #Merky Academy ting Coming like art in a gallery ting Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars Wanna chat about crud but, but, but You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Skeng chat, kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth, look You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Skeng chat, kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth I'm too hot Drug money in my shoebox I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out Like the brudda from the Boondocks Beats 1 in my boombox Still steal meat from the stew pot Mandem go sick when my tune drops Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot What? Pronounce it right, you prick I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz Real Gs gonna ride around to this Man, I've got no time to write a diss I never left my 9 to 5 for this Wasteman ting I don't care what rave man's in I came here to relax but if it gets mad Mek a young boy take man's tings Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel? Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel I was in the O2 singing my lungs out Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl Salute to my sister as well Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline Man, I've got grown men '@'ing me bullshit You're getting way too old for the timeline You're getting way too old for a diss Should've looked after your kids Get out the booth, go home to your son It's never too late to commit It's like man love put my name in a bar Random flight, get a plane to Qatar This year, I learnt how to take care of business Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Skeng chat, kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth, look You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Skeng chat, kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth ย
Lyrics meaning The lyrics present a speaker who is confident, successful, and ready to challenge people he sees as boastful or dishonest. The repeated chorus sounds like a warning: someone has become arrogant, but can still be brought down. The mood is confrontational and playful at times, with boasts about music, money, and status mixed with warnings of physical conflict.
โToo big for your bootsโ is an idiom meaning too proud or self-important. The speaker twists it into a threat about his large shoes and kicking someone, so the boast becomes comic as well as aggressive. โTwist up the truthโ means to distort or misrepresent what happened, and the repeated accusation suggests that reputation and honesty are part of the dispute. The image of being โtoo big for my shelfโ is a joke about success: he has earned more trophies than his motherโs shelf can hold.
The lyrics mix real-sounding anger with exaggeration, humor, and performance. The speaker may be asserting his place in music and answering rivals, but the claims are not necessarily meant as a literal account of events. Beneath the bravado, references to family, work, and learning guitar suggest a more ordinary, forward-looking side. The songโs confidence is therefore both a celebration of achievement and a warning against underestimating him.