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