Wiley Flow

Bruv, I didnt look at it this way before, but as I approach my birthday
All you man are my youngers
You man are my youngers, bruv
If you cant do 10K first week then I dont wanna hear no chat about numbers
You man are my youngers
All blacked out like grungers
Tens and twenties and hundreds
Tens and twenties and thousands, uh
I cant never just lowe dem, no
On Mount Everest shoutin, ah
Soon go back to the mountains
Third album
Nigga, I bless the beat with smoke
And my day one bros, they kept me close
Then I sip my Tetley, take a toke
Theyre tryna get me on the ropes
Ayy, bro got the speshy in his coat
So, please, man, lets just be adults
And dont be flexin in my boat
Nigga, you cant test me, Im the G.O.A.T.
Rolex collections lookin dope
I got the Pepsi and the Hulk
And I aint flexin on you niggas
Cah Ill still be sexy if Im broke
Wait there, and I was made to win like Im designed to blow
Were doin major things, but its a minor though
I used to pay for things, but that was time ago
And now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, its like
Bad em up, bad em up, bad em up once
Never could you take me for a dunce
Been on the scene for a hundred months
All I met is bare cunts
Take man for lunch, eediot youts get punched
Pick one boy from your bunch
Tell man jump
Oh, what, you didnt wanna jump ? Well
Oh, well, look, now youre slumped
Lil nigga, I swerve (Lil nigga, I swerve)
Get out my lane (Get out my lane)
North and East and West are hot but the Souths on flames
This year Ima be a household name
I grew up in a house of pain
I dont do it for the clout or fame
All the real niggas gonna vouch on my name
All the real niggas gonna vouch on my
Yeah
Yeah
If you aint got more than five top tens then I dont wanna hear no chat about chartin
You man are just startin
Come in like a young Chris Martin
Start swingin with my arms like Carlton
Start swingin with my arms like Anthony
All my niggas been charged, dont amp me
Have your missus in her bra and panty
If you see me in the dance , Im anti, quite frankly
Heavyweight champion of the world
They wanna war me for my belt
If you ever hear Stormzy caught an L
Know I stood tall before I fell
Theres a couple birthdays comin up
So I took like a quarter from the shelf
Spent like a hundred on my mum
Then about one-forty on myself
The Mille, I sport it like Pharrell
But I got the Nautilus as well
All of the stories that Ive lived, my nigga
These are the the stories that I tell
Wait there, and I was made to win like Im designed to blow
Were doin major things, but its a minor though
I used to pay for things, but that was time ago
And now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, its like
Run up on them man laughing, **** it
You got a chain butyou tuck it, **** it
Man throw dirt on my name, blud, **** it
Slew anybody in the family, **** it
Run up on them man laughing, **** it
You got a chain but you tuck it, **** it
Man throw dirt on my name, blud, **** it
Slew anybody in the family, iyt, iyt
Last three tunes kinda prove that I did this
Mind what you say, I put a yout on my shit list
Must be the same old yout in the dinner hall
Primary, sippin on my juice with my biscuits
Im from a place where we move to da witness
Stare in your face, tell em, 'Business is business'
Came for the fame, but she stayed for the litness
Ask your new girl, she loves Mr. Skeng
Youll never ever see me with guys known for verbals
My bruddas pull up and sky, no rehearsals
Dont switch sides, theres no role reversals
Hows the best spitter in grime so commercial? Wait
Nobody said youre good, dun your chat
Your girl take the wood, lumberjack
Hit em with a lighter flex, humble brag
I cant drop the bag , Im the bag
Yeah, yeah
If you aint got no platinum plaques then I dont wanna hear no chat about
Nah, Im joking, man