Back Then
    (专辑: The Tim Westwood Mix - 2015)
    
    Plasticman production  Very early, very authentic, icy  Boy Better Know  Tracksuit mafia  Sun is blazing   [Hook:]  Back then hoes didn't want me  See me on the 
magazine cover and they're all on me  The 
sun goes down, these skets wanna call on me  They can see that I 
make paper  My last mixtape was a 
game changer  And now I 
got these hoes on my iPhone talking 'bout, "Hey stranger"  I 
just double tap  Switch apps, ain't nobody got time for that  Jump on the 
plane and I 
kick back  This plane that I'm on got Wi-Fi  Run up your mouth online, get a 
bitchslap  Cause man don't do that tit for tat  Don't wanna tweet, don't wanna talk, don't wanna interact with you   I 
can't take these niggas  Who the 
fuck raised these niggas?  Don't know a 
thing about working hard  Nobody gonna employ or pay these niggas  Yes I 
come from the 
streets  But still man's tryna make them Jay Z 
figures  And like Lukey said, "Trust me, failure's not an option"  Straight out of London, Tottenham  I 
get love from Houston to Compton  From Vancouver to Boston  Gimme the 
mic, I 
shut down, no problem  Treating shows of 25 people the 
same as 25 thousand  That's why I'm on a 
worldwide tour and I 
ain't even dropped my album  I 
never saw this coming  When I 
was in the 
hood, stressed out, bunning  I 
had a 
strap on my lap thinking about enemies I 
wanna put one in  Now I 
don't care what niggas say  I've got girls down under telling me that I'm on Triple J 
 All my niggas on the 
rise, man  It's a 
sad time for the 
KKK  They're tryna work out what's happening  David Cameron on the 
phone to Obama  Man are shaking and panicking  When they see the 
Shutdown Shoreditch gathering  Come off my TV, all they do is stand up and pose like mannequins  I 
put my voting card in a 
black bin and I 
dash that like javelin   Phone rings  Who's that?  Phone rings  Voicemail for them tings, trust me, voicemail   [Hook:]  Yo, back then hoes didn't want me  See me on the 
magazine cover and they're all on me  The 
sun goes down, these skets wanna call on me  They can see that I 
make paper  Blacklisted was a 
game changer  And now I 
got these hoes on my iPhone talking 'bout, "Hey stranger"  I 
just double tap  Switch apps, ain't nobody got time for that  Jump on the 
plane and I 
kick back  This plane that I'm on got Wi-Fi  Run up your mouth online, get a 
bitchslap  Cause man don't do that tit for tat  Don't wanna tweet, don't wanna talk, don't wanna interact with you   Icy  Different  'Stician