Return of the Rucksack lyrics

[Intro]
I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with sh*t MCs
Nah, bro, I'm above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game
Yeah right, n*gga, f*ck 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

[Verse 1]
Come to your block in my PJ's (Yeah)
Big dot dot for the briefcase (Yeah)
Bro bought me a watch for my b'day (Huh?)
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
n*gga, 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 n*gga, 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 n*ggas shouldn't make diss tracks
You broke n*ggas should've been quiet
I'm cold, little n*gga, don't try it
Yeah, I think I'm the best, I'm biased
And I shoot for your chest like Payet
[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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 n*ggas 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 di*k sucked (Eurgh)
Young n*gga tryna get my di*k 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
[Hook]
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

[Outro]
I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with sh*t MCs
Nah, bro, I'm above that
Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game
Yeah right, n*gga, f*ck 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