Wiley Flow

Bruv, I didn't look at it this way beforeBut as I approach my birthdayAll you man are my youngersYou man are my youngers, bruvIf you can't do 10K first weekThen I don't wanna' hear no chat about numbersYou man are my youngersAll blacked out like grungersTens and twenties and hundredsTens and twenties and thousandsI can't never just lowe dem (no)On Mount Everest shoutin'Soon go back to the mountainsThird album, nigga I bless the beat with smokeAnd my day one bros they kept me closeThen I sip my Tetley take a tokeThey're tryna get me on the ropesAyy, bro got the speshy in his coatSo please man let's just be adultsAnd don't be flexin' in my boatNigga, you can't test me, I'm the G.O.A.TRolex collections lookin' dopeI got the Pepsi and the HulkAnd I ain't flexin' on you niggasCah I'll still be sexy if I'm brokeWait there and I was made to win like I'm designed to blowWe're doin' major things, but it's a minor thoughI used to pay for things but that was time agoAnd now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, it's likeBad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up onceNever could you take me for a dunceBeen on the scene for a hundred monthsAll I met is bare cuntsTake man for lunchEediat youts get punchedPick one boy from your bunchTell man "Jump"Oh what, you didn't wanna' jump? WellOh, well look now you're slumpedLil' nigga I swerve (lil' nigga I swerve)Get out my lane (get out my lane)North and East and West are hot but the South's on flamesThis year I'ma be a household nameI grew up in a house of painI don't do it for the clout or fameAll the real niggas gonna vouch on my nameAll the real niggas gonna vouch on my (vouch on my, woo, vouch on my, vouch on my)YeahYeahIf you ain't got more than five top 10sThen I don't wanna hear no chat about chartin'You man are just startin'Comin' like a young Chris MartinStart swingin' with my arms like CarltonStart swingin' with my arms like AnthonyAll my niggas been charged, don't AMP meHave your Mrs. in her bra and pantyIf you see me in the dance, I'm anti, quite franklyHeavyweight champion of the worldThey wanna' war me for my beltIf you ever hear Stormzy caught an LKnow I stood stall before I fellThere's a couple birthdays comin' upSo I took like a quarter from the shelfSpent like a 100 on my mum then about 140 on myselfThe Mille; I sport like PharrellBut I bought the Nautilus as wellAll of the stories that I lived, my niggaThese are the the stories that I tellWait there and I was made to win like I'm designed to blowWe're doin' major things, but it's a minor thoughI used to pay for things but that was time agoAnd now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, it's likeRun up on them man laughing, fuck itYou got a chain but you tuck it, fuck itMan throw dirt on my name, blud, fuck itSlew anybody in the family, fuck itRun up on them man laughing, fuck itYou got a chain but you tuck it, fuck itMan throw dirt on my name, blud, fuck itSlew anybody in the family, iyt, iytLast three tunes kinda prove that I did thisMind what you say, I put a yout on my shit listMust be the same old yout in the dinner hallPrimary, sippin' on my juice with my biscuitsI'm from a place where we move to da witnessStare in your face, tell 'em "Business is business"Came for the fame but she stayed for the litnessAsk your new girl, she loves Mr. SkengYou'll never ever see me with guys known for verbalsMy bruddas pull up and sky no rehearsalsDon't switch sides, there's no role reversalsHow's the best spitter in Grime so commercial?Wait, nobody said you're good, dun your chatYour girl take the wood lumberjackHit 'em with the lighter flex, humble bragI can't drop the bag, I'm the bagYeahYeahIf you ain't got no platinum plaquesThen I don't wanna hear no chat aboutNah I'm jokin' man