text: Again Lyrics
  They want me in trouble again
  Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again
  Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again
  That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again
  And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again
  Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again
  Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again
  Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again
  Me and big bro don’t ramp no more, that’s probably cos we’re too alike
  17 bought a dots for apes and a q of light, all we knew was white
  These pigs don’t want me to shine, got me sitting down doing life
  Getting mad cos they’re under staffed, and they’re just unlocked to a tie
  Young nigga in Feltham, all a nigga knew was fight
  Last year I went 4 months basic, Tameside breached my human rights
  Just done ride a licence, and I ain’t even booked a flight
  Came home and I built 2 lines cos I’m really tryna make up for used up time
  How many times we doing 90 on the M, fuck all of these opps
  I wish I could fit 90 in the skeng, before I ever did it in O
  I really have to try it in the ends, I just counted up some racks
  I remember having no money on my spends, they think I do juju
  Cos 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
  They want me in trouble again
  Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again
  Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again
  That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again
  And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again
  Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again
  Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again
  Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again
  Sport this 1 level on 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 9 down to the t, stretch this package Mr. Fantastic
  I really walk this walk on the streets, dem man dere just type it
  Money on my mindset, I got the hustle gene no Wyclef
  How many times have I found myself in the interview room with Trident
  I just exercise my right to silence, I hit the jailhouse and ride it
  If man get try diet, that servery 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 ticks
  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 all my trapphone jimming, I come like I put it on ‘roids
  My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void
  My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void
  They want me in trouble again
  Want me in induction again, giving instructions again
  Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again
  That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again
  And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again
  Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again
  Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again
  Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and againEmbed