Again

T-t-they want me in trouble again (want, want) Want me in induction again, govs' giving instructions again Letters 'bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again T-t-that mop and bucket again, emptying rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I'm touching again Still try do man fuckery again, and hope I get lucky again Dinger ride two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again, and again, and again, and again, and again Oi Me and big bro don't ramp no more, that's probably 'cause we're too alike 17 bought a dotts for a eights and a q of light, all we knew was ride These pigs don't want me to shine, got me sitting down doing life Getting mad 'cause they're understaffed, and they're just unlocked to a tie Young nigga in Feltham, all a nigga knew was fight Last year I went four months basic, Thameside breached my human rights Just done riding licence, and I ain't even booked a flight Came home and I built two lines been really tryna make up for used up time How many times we doing 90 on the M? (How many times?) Fuck all of these opps I wish I could fit 90 in a skeng, before I ever did it in O I really had to try it in the ends I just counted up some racks, I remember having no money in my spends They think I do juju 'cause 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 T-t-they want me in trouble again (want, want) Want me in induction again, govs' giving instructions again Letters 'bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again T-t-that mop and bucket again, emptying rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I'm touching again Still try do man fuckery again, and hope I get lucky again (lucky, lucky) Dinger ride two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again, and again, and again, and again, and again Sport this one level in 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 nine down to the t, stretch this package Mr. Fantastic I really walk this walk on the streets, dem man dere just type it Money in my mindset, I got the hustle gene no Wyclef How many times have I found myself in the interview room with Trident? I-I-I just exercise my right to silence, I hit the jailhouse and ride it If man get bright and try diet, that servery stand 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 tech B-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 when my trap phone gyming, I come like I put it on 'roids (gyming) My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard's void My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard's void (Trident, Trident) T-t-they want me in trouble again (want, want) Want me in induction again, govs' giving instructions again Letters 'bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again T-t-that mop and bucket again, emptying rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I'm touching again Still try do man fuckery again, and hope I get lucky again (lucky, lucky) Dinger ride two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again (want, want) Circle the opp block again, and again, and again, and again, and again (turn, turn, turn...)