Skepta - Back From The Dead lyrics

[Produced by Will-A-Fool] [Hook: RiFF RAFF] Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead [Verse 1: RiFF RAFF] The baby blue coupe looks like baby food My diamonds jumping out the gym since preschool You a typewriter, I'm the type to collect titles Versace gingivitis, diamonds on my pacifier I even as a youth crushed j**els upon my tooth Throw the car seat out the roof, I hit the [?] I finesse the Jaguar, I candy coated my car I got bu*terfinger interior, intercept a miracle [Hook: RiFF RAFF] Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead [Verse 2: Skepta] If I had to take a L, take it on the chin [?], all I do is win Seattle for my bling, all you hear is "shiiiing" Chicken wing swing when I'm dancing with my ting You think it's scary, I'm dead already My funeral was amazing, it was beautiful Doves flying, brothers blazing in the cubicles Fakes crying Rest in peace, it's so delusional But I know that's the usual [Hook: RiFF RAFF] Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead Back from the dead, back from the dead Back from the, back from the dead