text: Back to Basics Lyrics
  It sounds like Nyge
  Bring out the dots, get back to basics 
  If I get stopped, its back to basic
  Bad B, lost out my waps and laces
  Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic 
  Feds ask questions, I get evasive
  That’s No comment up in the station
  Gang can’t sleep on a violation
  Swear, Ima spend all my savings
  Switch off my iPhone, back to basics 
  No, we aint watchin faces
  Violate us, man are catching cases
  I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous
  Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed 
  Peng ting already know what my name is
  And this year, its only money Im chasing 
  Dont make me spend all my savings, do it for the cause 
  Go play the field, gang fluent with the ball
  Life is tough when you aint with the law
  Seven jails, no, you aint been on tour 
  You aint ever been on license, feds still tryna put their boot through your door
  Yo, go there, do it with the rambo, do it with a fours
  Send this grub back and do it in a wave or do it in a storm
  I just stabbed this niner, shining, I aint even do it on my toes 
  I can bruck this grub into pebbles or do it on the low 
  They think I do ooh-ooh 
  Do it, the gangdem do it on the road
  Didnt they know its the usual?
  Now me and Skep in the studio
  Wrist all numb from the cuffs
  So I just bust out my Cuban
  Lord knows, life was confusing
  Now Im just chuffed 
  No trim, they dont care if my head back rough
  Same way all of them gyally on us
  Bring out the dots, get back to basics
  If I get stopped, its back to basic 
  Bad B, lost out my waps and laces
  Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic 
  Feds ask questions, I get evasive
  That’s No comment up in the station 
  Gang can’t sleep on a violation
  Swear, Ima spend all my savings
  Switch off my iPhone, back to basics
  No, we aint watchin faces
  Violate us, man are catching cases
  I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous
  Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed 
  Peng ting already know what my name is
  And this year, its only money Im chasing
  True stories, I aint gotta lie in my raps
  I was beside the feds with a .9 on my lap 
  Gotta look straight forward, try to relax
  If I get pulled this time, its a wrap
  And I still get flashbacks of the cold nights in the trap
  And man slept on the floor, no heater
  Tottenham boy, I put the T in Tanita 
  On a first name basis with the shopkeeper 
  And he already knows what I came for, cling film and a Ribena 
  Big Smoke on the feature, come a long way from draws in the pouch
  Thirteen scores in my mouth from the same line, tryna get all of it out 
  Fast forward, now I turned starboy, man I dont stand on corners 
  Two left feet when your diamonds dancing, why your shine look so awkward? 
  Its One on the chorus, with a bit of Skepta, thats what the gyaldem ordered 
  And you better lock up your wife and daughters cause all my guys are ballers
  Bring out the dots, get back to basics
  If I get stopped, its back to basic 
  Bad B, lost out down my waps and laces
  Ting set good, no, she can’t be basic 
  Feds ask questions, I get evasive
  That’s No comment up in the station 
  Gang can’t sleep on a violation
  Swear, Ima spend all my savings
  Switch off my iPhone, back to basics 
  No, we aint watchin faces
  Violate us, man are catching cases
  I was on the High Road, armed and dangerous
  Steppin in some Run Away trainers, no introduction needed 
  Peng ting already know what my name is
  And this year, its only money Im chasing2Embed