- Stormzy Return of the Rucksack 歌詞
- Stormzy
- Return of the Rucksack-Stormzy
Produced by Fraser T Smith & Sir Spyro
I dont wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MCs
Nah, bro, Im above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game
Yeah right, nigga, fuck that
Stormz aint grime and Stormz aint clash, look dont 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 PJs
Big dot dot for the briefcase
Bro bought me a watch for my bday
And my girlfriends a boss like Im Pique
Yeah, I lick shots for my DJ
And Im still getting guap in my CKs
Big whip Im underground parking (skrrt, skrrt)
Thats word to the fob on my key-chain
Nigga, cant flex on me, cant 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
Ive got scars for days, Im so tribal
Youre not Ghana made, youre not Michael
I can spar and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your face, itll 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 from the wall like a mix pack
Ive got peng tings shaking their tic tacs
And I know that I shouldnt be sending
But broke niggas shouldnt make diss tracks
You broke niggas shouldve been quiet
Im cold, little nigga, dont try it
Yeah, I think Im the best, Im biased
And I shoot for your chest like Payet
But I roll deep on these
Show these likkle MCs about greaze
Show these likkle MCs about me
I was on my steeze from 2003
Like, I roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze Yeah
Man are getting killed by other MCs
Then coming round here tryna start
Rude boy, we aint forgotten your past
Laughing stock for the year, what a laugh
Sending for MCs cant be your path
Rude boy, come off my name, just graft
Man wanna know what they paid for the part
Know that Im comfy, shout out Noel Clarke
Bro, youre too thirsty, I dont blame you
I get merky, I get paid too
Youre not certi, I cant hate you
Just a wasteman looking for a breakthrough
I know Kofi, I know Kweiku
You cant smoke me, I dont rate you
Man, I told these niggas that its album time
And Ill 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
Cant get this style from a stylist
Then I blow on the riddim like ISIS
But I roll deep on these
Show these likkle MCs about greaze
Show these likkle MCs about me
I was on my steeze from 2003
Like, I roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these , put these MCs on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MCs on deep freeze Yeah
I dont wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MCs
Nah, bro, Im above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game
Yeah right, nigga, fuck that
Stormz aint grime and Stormz aint clash, look dont be fooled
Cause the war ting, I love that
Call this the return of the rucksack
Oi, Flipz, get the four-door truck back
|
|
