Return Of The Rucksack

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MCs Nah, bro, I'm above that Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game Yeah right, nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'Cause the war ting, I love that Call this the return of the rucksack Oi, Flipz, get the four-door truck back Come to your block in my PJ's Big dot dot for the briefcase Bro bought me a watch for my b'day And my girlfriend's a boss like I'm Pique Yeah, I lick shots for my DJ And I'm still getting guap in my CK's Big whip I'm underground parking (skrrt, skrrt) That's word to the fob on my key-chain Nigga, can't flex on me, can't flex on me Rude boy thing, all the cheques on me See Big Mike on the IV site Now the peng tings wanna do the sex on me I've got scars for days, I'm so tribal You're not Ghana made, you're not Michael I can spar and spray with my idols Look, if I slap your face, it'll go viral I was on my saracen bike on my ridge back (Word) Cold on the roads but I did that (Word) IPhone 3 with the GiffGaff (Word) Take a break little nigga, have a KitKat (Cool) Came for the war like I'm Mixpak I've got peng tings shaking their tic tacs And I know that I shouldn't be sending But broke niggas shouldn't make diss tracks You broke niggas should've been quiet I'm cold, little nigga, don't try it Yeah, I think I'm the best, I'm biased And I shoot for your chest like Payet But I roll deep on these Show these likkle MC's about greaze Show these likkle MC's about me I was on my steeze from 2003 Like, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah Man are getting killed by other MC's Then coming 'round here tryna start Rude boy, we ain't forgotten your past Laughing stock for the year, what a laugh Sending for MCs can't be your path Rude boy, come off my name, just graft Man wanna know what they paid for the part Know that I'm comfy, shout out Noel Clarke Bro, you're too thirsty, I don't blame you I get merky, I get paid too You're not certi', I can't hate you Just a wasteman looking for a breakthrough I know Kofi, I know Kweiku You can't smoke me, I don't rate you Man, I told these niggas that it's album time And I'll probably go gold on my debut I was on a BMX bike with the trick nuts (Word) Out here tryna get my chips up (Word) Known for the park with my lightie (Mm?) I was fifteen, tryna get my dick sucked (Eurgh) Young nigga tryna get my dick wet (Word) Had a cold pink jacket like Dipset Last night I just rang my accountant Like, "Talk to me, brother, am I rich yet?" Like, "Talk to me, brother, can I buy this?" Big yard for my nephew Alias Can't get this style from a stylist Then I blow on the riddim like ISIS But I roll deep on these Show these likkle MC's about greaze Show these likkle MC's about me I was on my steeze from 2003 Like, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MCs Nah, bro, I'm above that Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game Yeah right, nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'Cause the war ting, I love that Call this the return of the rucksack Oi, Flipz, get the four-door truck back