No Where Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Man's back like I never went no where)
I'm just tryna get a mil in
Private island chillin'
[?] distraction
I ain't got time for the women but I see you man in the club pillin'
I think about shows and, how much can my name bring in
Seen so many man make a killin'
I got what it takes out 'ere but nobody ain't givin'
And to be livin' you gotta make a livin'
Certain man sell, get caught, go prison
Other man sell, get corporate visions
Stores and business, fortunes risen
Trap in a office, score some systems
[?], mortgage picking
Started with nothing but drawing pictures
It's back to the basics, chord-less writtens
Opening Fruity, call it riddims
I went in, you were boring spitting
And they missed their father, orphans wishing
So when I came back they were more than grinning
Swerve in my lane you would stall in minutes
Haters talking, absorb and listen
'Cause all I can see is a flawless ribbon tied round your name
Mother mourning, ball lickers calling for war is a poor decision
I feel like I've been reborn and christened
To stop I get all provisions, my course is driven
It's important that I don't abort the mission
I see myself touring Britain
Fresh outfits, five courses given
[?] is spitting
Name and a dressing room door, I'm digging
Taking the best but you're more than fibbing, It's awkward
[Chorus]
(Man's back like I never went no where)
Back in the flesh (Oh yeah)
If there's a cheque (Go there)
We keeping it fresh (Cold air)
We leaving them stress (Don't care)
And we be the best (So rare)
Man's back like I never w-
[Verse 2]
I've been writing verses
Reciting lines and words
My mind was blurred so I reversed and went back to the moment when I first thought that my time's emerging
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Back on the pitch
Tactics are sick, I ain't clapping to miss 'cause the grind is certain
The signs are [?]
No campaigns, no videos like I [?] disturbing
Chance to improve
Back from amnesia reminiscing inside of the darkest of rooms
Nobody's in charge of the truth 'cause it's hard to remove
But I know that I'm the last of the few
I'm the last [?] view
So certy with the archive of grime surpassing the new
But that saga is through
No sing-a-long, straight bars going hard so I lava the tune
Better capture the wordplay
They're [?] that I'm back like a [?]
[?] see straps at his birthday
I don't wanna aim and attack but I'll make a pagan collapse like a block of flats in a earthquake
South West London's my birthplace where I first showed them the work rate
MCs get spun like turntables, no need for a survey
Brudda's still sin on a church day
Test me, I'll sky a man down if it's wordplay
I hit a show, [?] for the chicks man gamble
Others manhandle and strangle and that's how they earn change
[?]
I could make hits for Blur but I prefer to spit my preserved pain
In the studio gripping my phone tryna fix [?] verse that was sick on the first play
[Chorus x2]
(Man's back like I never went no where)
Back in the flesh (Oh yeah)
If there's a cheque (Go there)
We keeping it fresh (Cold air)
We leaving them stress (Don't care)
And we be the best (So rare)
(Man's back like I never went no where)
