Return Of The Rucksack Lyrics - Stormzy

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's 

Nah bro, I'm above that 

Using my name for a dead bit of fame 

Tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck 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 

Come to your block in my PJ's 

Big dot dot for the briefcase 

Bro bought me a watch for my B-day 

And my girlfriend's a boss like I'm Decay 

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 

Nigga 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 pengtings 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 road buts I did that (Word) 

IPhone 3 with the GiffGaff (Word) 

Take a break little nigga, have a Kit Kat (Cool) 

Came from the wall like a mix pack 

I've got pengtings shaking their tic tacs 

And I know that I shouldn't be sending but broke niggas shouldn't make diss tracks 

You broke niggas should've been quiet 

I'm cold little nigga, don't try it 

Yeah I think I'm the best, I'm biased 

And I shoot for your chest like Payet 

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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 

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 MC's 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 break-through 

I know Kofi, I know Kweiku 

You can't smoke me, I don't rate you 

Man, I told these niggas that it's album time and it'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 dick sucked (Eurgh) 

Young nigga tryna get my dick wet (Word) 

Had a cold pink jacket like Dipset 

Last night I just rung 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 

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 

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's, na bro, I'm above that 

Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck 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