Kozzie - I'm Back lyrics

Lost love for the game but
I've still got a name
The demon inside's playing tricks on my brain
Been gone for so long
Wanna hear what I'm saying?
While you was at the grime
Set sweating and spraying
I was in the T-house bagging and weighing
Battling depression
Getting out of bed felt like a bloody effort
Get me on a grime set
Watch me rattle couple feathers
And in west, I went ham
Hitting shots like tethers
You better mind what you say to me
Brudda if you hеar me, then pray for me
I was in thе trenches
Hitting all sales in Aveley
This life ain't what it's made to be
Put on your leathers
Watch these grime cats get pressured
Now I'm back with that method
Rocking rollies and sweaters
The patterns is back with mad tekkers
Stay out my way or get peppered (YEAH)

Fresh out the trap, guess who's back
Tanitas down, batteries out
I ain't no snail or slouch
Back in the game like "How
Ya' gonna handle that?" (yeah)
F-fresh out the trap, guess who's back
Tanitas down, batteries out
I ain't no snail or slouch
Back in the game like "How
Ya' gonna handle that?" (yeah)

When I never had a pound
Nobody gave a pence to me
Forget the music, nobody even checked for me
Not even mentally, belling on my number when
Somebody sends for me
Fuck all this bullshit, I've got an identity
This is my house
Niggas better pay rent to me
Can't put it on me, niggas ain't bending me
I'm the truth in the booth like Titch is
Thirty goals a season
I'm Brad' Wright-Phillips
I was tryna get the money
On the wings like Sterling
Back now, nuttin' but corn I'm serving
Traps not booming, no money earning
Got me outside thinking 'Is
It really worth it?'
Watch me go 'round your whole
Strip like a circuit
Hoping all my old beef don't surface
Back in '10 I done deals with Turkish (yeah)

Fresh out the trap, guess who's back
Tanitas down, batteries out
I ain't no snail or slouch
Back in the game like "How
Ya' gonna handle that?" (yeah)
Fresh out the trap, guess who's back
Tanitas down, batteries out
I ain't no snail or slouch
Back in the game like "How
Ya' gonna handle that?" (yeah)

I was in the T-house tryna
Turn pebbles to riches
You was at your mum's bit doing the dishes
I was on the outskirts, selling and pitching
I know these grime cats hoped I was finished
But, I'm back on the war, nigga, what is it?
I'm here for good, this ain't a short visit
Niggas get nervous, niggas all fidget (vroom)
Lord of the Mics
I'll school like War Kitchen
All jumped ship until Kozzie wigged him
Dad went missing, it took months to sink in
Now I'm back on my bullshit
Enough of the whinging
"Kozzie's a has-been, what was you thinking?"
Four years later, you still ain't linked me
Or LinkedIn pebbling boxes
Tryna put drinks on distribute wholesale
(yeah)

Fresh out the trap, guess who's back
Tanitas down, batteries out
I ain't no snail or slouch
Back in the game like "How
Ya' gonna handle that?" (yeah)
Fresh out the trap, guess who's back
Tanitas down, batteries out
I ain't no snail or slouch
Back in the game like "How ya' gonna handle-"

Fresh out the trap, guess who's back
Tanitas down, batteries out
I ain't no snail or slouch
Back in the game like "How
Ya' gonna handle that?"