Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im Back Again, artist - K Koke. Album song Pure Koke, Vol. 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: USG Entertainment
Song language: English
Im Back Again |
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 |