Again

Chorus:
Feel a way
Step up, step in, they fear me away
Love you give me, don’t go, make me reach for reggae
Blood-bound baby, now we sip champagne (Uh-huh)

Top floor we dey
Are you mean? Don’t be riding dem again
Don’t be, I been stepping dem again
Lowkey, I be reading dem again (Uh-huh)

Feel a way
Step up, step in, they fear me away
Love you give me, don’t go, make me reach for reggae
Blood-bound baby, now we sip champagne (Uh-huh)

Top floor we dey
Are you mean? Don’t be riding dem again
Don’t be, I been stepping dem again
Lowkey, I be reading dem again (Uh-huh)

Verse 1: Backroad Gee

Ten toes in, I could never forget it
Get the phone popping, no top-up, no credit
God was the one that chopped and edited
Call me a director, now the movie’s pending

Like the diamonds in the pendant
We don’t do this for fun
That boy was a pest,
That’s why they shot him dead

Alhamdulillah, my brother AZ still here
That’s the real, (indistinct) boy, one on one
The work never stops,
Need to be up before ten

And I’m back at it again
Your heart gotta be in it if you tryna see trillions
Too much fuming ain’t good for your health

They say I’m losing weight,
But they still see food on my plate
They will never understand it
My heart beats different

Got caught up in the system (Ha!)
Do you hear me? Are you listening? (Grrrah!)

Chorus: Backroad Gee

Feel a way
Step up, step in, they fear me away
Love you give me, don’t go, make me reach for reggae
Blood-bound baby, now we sip champagne (Uh-huh)

Top floor we dey
Are you mean? Don’t be riding dem again
Don’t be, I been stepping dem again
Lowkey, I be reading dem again (Uh-huh)

Feel a way
Step up, step in, they fear me away
Love you give me, don’t go, make me reach for reggae
Blood-bound baby, now we sip champagne (Uh-huh)
Top floor we dey

Are you mean? Don’t be riding dem again
Don’t be, I been stepping dem again
Lowkey, I be reading dem again (Uh-huh)

Verse 3: Backroad Gee

Held up the downs, Lord, don’t go regret
Still think back while the mash was selecting
Still progressing, tryna gain possession
But they really wanted weapons

I ain’t got nothing to say
Other than I need dough, and a lot of it
I’m on top of it, every last bit of it
Man, I’m sick of it

And I need more than a little bit
To get me through this pickle
This pickle that we call life

Don’t worry, any angle, I’ma get to it
I can see them praying, but it ain’t nothing to G
Top G, like my name Andrew Tate
Bet they can’t hold the weight
Need food on my plate

Chorus: Backroad Gee

Feel a way
Step up, step in, they fear me away
Love you give me, don’t go, make me reach for reggae
Blood-bound baby, now we sip champagne (Uh-huh)

Top floor we dey
Are you mean? Don’t be riding dem again
Don’t be, I been stepping dem again
Lowkey, I be reading dem again (Uh-huh)