Stefflon Don, K Koke - I’m Back Again lyrics
[Stefflon Don, K Koke - I’m Back Again lyrics]
Alright, listen uh, alright
Look, look, look
Look busy from the start written in my heart
I stay busy, say nizzy, four fizzy
Might spark no nights arff
I'm grinding like I'm supposed to fam
Sliding from the sirens
Trynna find us in their police van
Holding grams, trynna find the master plan
Talk dough and don't phone
I won't answer fam
I'm so road these labels can't chance a man
I'm a no-go
The po-po are trying to shut him down
Fuck around
I can't perform in my fucking town
It's like they all unsure when I come around
Cos i'm that raw from the
Floors of the underground
And coke comes pure you can't cut it down
I come from a place you won't like to go
Judged by race, you might not make it home
Street from the gully of the gaza
Road come like sauna
These bad man you can't come
Back pon the corner
I bleed, it must be the marijuana
If I see enemy, me raise the llama
Fuck it i'm back you man are under attack
I want what's mine and on my life
Man are running it back i swallow pride
Lost my mind like one of my hats
I'm from the dark side of London
Used to running in flats
I've sold dark, white and onions
Trynna rummage a stack
I've sent my own fucking aunt to
Go and pull in the cats
You say these roads ain't cold
Then you ain't living it fam
I'm out here, strike a pose
Take a picture with man
Round here is a no-go for opposite gangs
Feds know man and hope to cuffs on my hands
Check the slogan stay busy, hustle and bang
And fuck your program
Cos I ain't really fucking with man
I come from a place you won't like to go
Judged by race, you might not make it home
Street from the gully of the gaza
Road come like sauna
These bad man you can't come
Back pon the corner
I bleed, it must be the marijuana
If I see enemy, me raise the llama
Look, look, look
Look busy from the start written in my heart
I stay busy, say nizzy, four fizzy
Might spark no nights arff
I'm grinding like I'm supposed to fam
Sliding from the sirens
Trynna find us in their police van
Holding grams, trynna find the master plan
Talk dough and don't phone
I won't answer fam
I'm so road these labels can't chance a man
I'm a no-go
The po-po are trying to shut him down
Fuck around
I can't perform in my fucking town
It's like they all unsure when I come around
Cos i'm that raw from the
Floors of the underground
And coke comes pure you can't cut it down
I come from a place you won't like to go
Judged by race, you might not make it home
Street from the gully of the gaza
Road come like sauna
These bad man you can't come
Back pon the corner
I bleed, it must be the marijuana
If I see enemy, me raise the llama
Fuck it i'm back you man are under attack
I want what's mine and on my life
Man are running it back i swallow pride
Lost my mind like one of my hats
I'm from the dark side of London
Used to running in flats
I've sold dark, white and onions
Trynna rummage a stack
I've sent my own fucking aunt to
Go and pull in the cats
You say these roads ain't cold
Then you ain't living it fam
I'm out here, strike a pose
Take a picture with man
Round here is a no-go for opposite gangs
Feds know man and hope to cuffs on my hands
Check the slogan stay busy, hustle and bang
And fuck your program
Cos I ain't really fucking with man
I come from a place you won't like to go
Judged by race, you might not make it home
Street from the gully of the gaza
Road come like sauna
These bad man you can't come
Back pon the corner
I bleed, it must be the marijuana
If I see enemy, me raise the llama