Skepta - Back Then lyrics

Plasticman production
Very early, very authentic, icy
Boy Better Know tracksuit mafia
Sun is blazin'

Back then hoes didn't want me
See me on the magazine cover
And they're all on me the sun goes down
These skets wanna call on me
They can see that I make paper
My last mixtape was a game changer
And now I got these hoes
On my iPhone talkin' 'bout, "Hey stranger"
I just double tap
Switch apps, ain't nobody got time for that
Jump on the plane and I kick back
This plane that I'm on got Wi-Fi
Run up your mouth online, get a bitchslap
Cause man don't do that tit for tat
Don't wanna tweet, don't wanna talk
Don't wanna interact with you

I can't take these niggas
Who the fuck raised these niggas?
Don't know a thing about workin' hard
Nobody gonna employ or pay these niggas
Yes I come from the streets
But still man's tryna make them Jay Z figures
And like Lukey said, "Trust me
Failure's not an option"
Straight out of London, Tottenham
I get love from Houston to Compton
From Vancouver to Boston
Gimme the mic, I shut down, no problem
Treatin' shows of 25 people the
Same as 25 thousand
That's why I'm on a worldwide tour and
I ain't even dropped my album
I never saw this comin'
When I was in the hood, stressed out, bunnin'
I had a strap on my lap thinkin'
About enemies I wanna put one in
Now I don't care what niggas say
I've got girls down under tellin' me
That I'm on Triple J
All my niggas on the rise, man
It's a sad time for the KKK
They're tryna work out what's happenin'
David Cameron on the phone to Obama
Man are shakin' and panickin'
When they see the
Shutdown Shoreditch gatherin'
Come off my TV, all they do is stand up
And pose like mannequins
I put my voting card in a black
Bin and I dash that like javelin

Phone rings who's that?
Phone rings
Voicemail for them tings, trust me, voicemail

Back then hoes didn't want me
See me on the magazine cover
And they're all on me the sun goes down
These skets wanna call on me
They can see that I make paper
My last mixtape was a game changer
And now I got these hoes
On my iPhone talkin' 'bout, "Hey stranger"
I just double tap
Switch apps, ain't nobody got time for that
Jump on the plane and I kick back
This plane that I'm on got Wi-Fi
Run up your mouth online, get a bitchslap
Cause man don't do that tit for tat
Don't wanna tweet, don't wanna talk
Don't wanna interact with you

Icy different
'Stician