Return of the Rucksack Stormzy

[Intro]
I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MCs
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

[Verse 1]
Come to your block in my PJ's (Yeah)
Big dot dot for the briefcase (Yeah)
Bro bought me a watch for my b'day (Huh?)
And my girlfriend's a boss like I'm Pique
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 peng tings 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 roads but I did that (Word)
IPhone 3 with the GiffGaff (Word)
Take a break little nigga, have a KitKat (Cool)
Came for the war like I'm Mixpak
I've got peng tings 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