I'm Back Again - K Koke, Stefflon-Don

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