Again
They want me in trouble again
Want me in induction again
Guards giving instructions again
Letters bout loving again
Visit hall kissing and hugging again
That mop and bucket again
Empty and rubbish again
And these feds try cuff me again
Lord knows that I’m touching again
Still try do man fuckery again
Man hope I get lucky again
Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng
Avoiding undies again
Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again
Me and big bro don’t ramp no more
That’s probably cos we’re too alike
17 bought a dots for apes and a Q of light
All we knew was white
These pigs don’t want me to shine
Got me sitting down doing life
Getting mad cos they’re under staffed
And they’re just unlocked to a tie
Young nigga in Feltham
All a nigga knew was fight
Last year I went 4 months basic
Tameside breached my human rights
Just done ride a licence
And I ain’t even booked a flight
Came home and I built 2 lines
Cos I’m really tryna make up for used up time
How many times we doing 90 on the M
Fuck all of these opps
I wish I could fit 90 in the skeng
Before I ever did it in O
I really have to try it in the ends
I just counted up some racks
I remember having no money on my spends
They think I do juju
Cos I got NFA for another attempt
Bad b didn’t wanna know
Now they all tell me they love me again
But I gotta put the trap first
Invest this bread into skengs
Cah it’s true when these bitches say know your worth
These opps ain’t done a one dirt in Tottenham
I still feel at home like Spurs
They want me in trouble again
Want me in induction again
Guards giving instructions again
Letters bout loving again
Visit hall kissing and hugging again
That mop and bucket again
Empty and rubbish again
And these feds try cuff me again
Lord knows that I’m touching again
Still try do man fuckery again
Man hope I get lucky again
Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng,
Avoiding undies again
Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again
Sport this 1 level on a trackie
I could never look tacky
I make everybody feel trappy
Do this ting live in the streets
Even the kittys wanna help with the bagging
Nought 9 down to the T
Stretch this package Mr Fantastic
I really walk this walk on the streets
Dem man deer just type it
Money on my mindset
I got the hustle gene no Wyclef
How many times have I found myself in the interview room with Trident
I just exercise my right to silence
I hit the jailhouse and ride it
If man get bar try diet
That servery I’ll fly it
Until I get tired that’s hella headbutts and flykicks
I touch road on violence
That’s blood all over my Nike ticks
Big bro showed me to fuck with the press and the Pyrex
Still tryna make a killing off the BMW and I don’t mean the i8
That’s all my trapphone jimming
I come like I put it on roids
My opps just making up noise
That internet scoreboard’s void
My opps just making up noise
That internet scoreboard’s void
They want me in trouble again
Want me in induction again
Guards giving instructions again
Letters bout loving again
Visit hall kissing and hugging again
That mop and bucket again
Empty and rubbish again
And these feds try cuff me again
Lord knows that I’m touching again
Still try do man fuckery again
Man hope I get lucky again
Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng
Avoiding undies again
Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again