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Return Of The Rucksack (归还帆布背包) - Stormzy
I don't wanna be on lord of the Mics with sh*t MC's nah bro
I'm above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame
Tryna get up in the game yeah right ni**a f**k 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 decay
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
Ni**a 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 pengtings 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 road buts I did that word
IPhone 3 with the giffgaff word
Take a break little ni**a have a kit kat cool
Came from the wall like a mix pack
I've got pengtings 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 ni**a 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 MC's 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 break through
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 it'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 xxxx sucked eurgh
Young ni**a tryna get my xxxx wet word
Had a cold pink jacket like dipset
Last night I just rung 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 sh*t MC's
Na bro I'm above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame
Tryna get up in the game yeah right ni**a f**k 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