Back on My Ting

[Intro] Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting [Chorus] Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting [Verse 1] Yo, my focus is to get dough, get money If you're owing me that, please don't run from me See me in the streets where nuttin' ain't funny Trust me man, run sick for the money blud Was a black kid, now I am a black king see Man got shot up on a 2Pac ting Dash that rudeboy where, that's him Dash that rudeboy where, that's him Ladies call me Nigerian king, watch how I make it bling One necklace in the ring Clash me, won't survive in the ring God bless me, I just win Coulda been locked in a wing But I got big plans and big dreams That's why I'm back every year like a fiend You ain't got nuttin' like me on the scene [Chorus] Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting [Verse 2] Make room for the big boss I don't roll with a wrist watch But watch how I lift off, I ain't playing no games like criss-cross You don't wanna get me pissed off I'm a [?], that's big grubs I thought you was real but you switched up I just cut them man out of the picture I'm a rudeboy, I come from a rudeboy city What'd you know about living in Newham blocks where it's pissy? I'm known to get busy, late night piss on the lizzy Still no time for a yat, are you silly? My name's Princy, I don't give no pitty Representing London city, and I've been outside when it's gritty [Chorus] Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting [Verse 3] Yo Rough ragged, on the edge, but I'm not jagged You talk tough, but they're wet like Sanex I kill an MC, don't panic Wipe them away like, Cillit Bang it When I'm on a track [?] you're gonna manage You MC's need fruit and cabbage Stop chatting, I've had it Up the top like Mars and planet, damn it Reason I feel [?] manic, 'cause I got the flow to make a boy panic And I've got the style to make a boy vanish DJ's play my tunes, it's banging Haters don't like me, they're chatting Pussyholes gassing See me in the streets, wanna spud me, madting [?] all these mandem are acting All I know is my mandem are active No slacking, I'm coming from the ground up When you hear me on the speaker, make sure you turn the sound up Thank God they found us How dare they doubt us Black boy, I'm a black star From Newham, you know about my part I can't see them poptart All the pengtings think I'm a rockstar (All the pengtings think I'm a rockstar All the pengtings think I'm a rockstar All the pengtings think I'm a rockstar All the pengtings think I'm a rockstar) [Chorus] Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Everybody asking me where have I been Been going hard since back in my teens Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting Fuck around cuzzy, I'm back on my ting