Back from the Dead - Riff Raff, DJ Afterthought, Skepta

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

Yeah, 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

Yeah, Versace gingivitis, diamonds on my pacifier

I even as a youth crushed jewels upon my tooth

Throw the car seat out the roof, I hit the state troops

I finessed the Jaguar, I candy coated my car

I got Butterfinger interior, intercept a miracle

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

If I had to take a L, take it on the chin (mhm)

Lennox Lewis ting (bling), all I do is win (bling)

Seattle for my bling (ice), all you hear is 'shing' (wow)

Chicken wing swing when I’m dancing with my ting

You think you’re scary?

I’m dead already

My funeral was amazing, it was beautiful (sex)

Doves flying, brothers blazing in the cubicles (s'matter?)

Fakes crying, rest in peace, they’re so delusional

But I know that’s the usual, I’m back from the dead

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