[Intro]
Olja Beats
[Chorus]
Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold (Ayy)
All your little dead tactics, them are old (Yeah)
I can see through you, you’re a fake mould
And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold (Haha)
If anybody try and stop my sound
I will turn London upside down (Yuh)
If I showed you where I came from
You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown
I am so clued up I might appear mad (Mad)
That's the balance of my mum and my dad (Jeez)
You can't touch me blud I'm not an iPad (Nope)
No more laptop inna my bag (Ayy)
Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag (Or the Jag)
Don't try talk yourself into me, it's a blag
And I know
'Cause I'm Wiley, star of the show, let's go
[Verse 1: Wiley]
All you man who preach love can't clash to save your own life
Wanna give talk, but you can't take talk
If grime was a sport I'd be Johan Cruyff (Ayy)
When I'm switched on active, manna pro, I can tell when I do my practice
I was spraying riddims before when it was rap this
I see your bars in the litter with the cat piss
Blud, if I take seven months out better know when I come back playtime done
London city is the place I run
I got the real loud-pack it's not a daytime one
Vibe too sick, you gotta rate my one
But they hate my one, then they take my one
Mandem ain't written all the 16s and the 24s and the likkle grime 8s I've done (Vroom)
I'm a killer MC, killer MC
I ain't in any friendship with a MC
I ain't in any friendship with a MP
I'm at Wentys getting food, belly empty
Waiting for the money the people have gotta send me (Pay up)
I'm a savage here, they could never end me (Ayy)
I kill 'em softly, I kill 'em gently
I'm winning it cos see they wanna get me
[Chorus]
Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold
All your little dead tactics, them are old
I can see through you, you’re a fake mould
And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold (Ayy)
If anybody try and stop my sound (Ayy)
I will turn London upside down (Jeez)
If I showed you where I came from
You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown
I am so clued up I might appear mad (Mad)
That's the balance of my mum and my dad (What?)
You can't touch me blud I'm not an iPad (What?)
No more laptop inna my bag (Yo)
Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag (Or the Jag)
Don't try talk yourself into me, it's a blag (Go away)
And I know
'Cause I'm Wiley, star of the show, let's go (Brrr)
[Verse 2: Kozzie]
When I took four years out of the grime scene, everybody said I'm done
They rate my one, then they take my one
But before me these MCs they were my sons
I was outside doing late night runs
Four and a half Vaseline, do you know them ones?
Lord of the Mics do you know them ones?
Lewisham High Street cheese and bun
All this trap talk, but he still owes me funds (Yes)
I was doing [?] and kickback ones (Skrrt)
I was doing road and ridgeback ones
I was on the rooftop, I was tryna pinch man's son
By I ain't tryna be that one
King of Grime, yeah we already know that one
Quick 24, no I ain't done
You know what I'm sayin'
Quick war dub to your dome, no I ain't playin'
Take ya back to deja-vu when I'm sprayin'
Money up front, there ain't no delayin'
I don't wanna hear what my man's sold
All I know I don't bend I don't fold
Thirty, I don't war for postcodes
Truth is, I've already been cold struggling with an O
No (Brrr)
[Chorus]
Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold
All your little dead tactics, them are old (Them are old)
I can see through you, you’re a fake mould
And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold (Haha)
If anybody try and stop my sound (Sound)
I will turn London upside down (Right)
If I showed you where I came from
You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown
I am so clued up I might appear mad (Mad)
That's the balance of my mum and my dad (Dad)
You can't touch me blud I'm not an iPad (Nope)
No more laptop inna my bag (Nope)
Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag (Or the Jag)
Don't try talk yourself into me, it's a blag (It's a blag)
And I know
'Cause I'm Wiley, star of the show, let's go (Let's go)
Olja Beats
[Chorus]
Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold (Ayy)
All your little dead tactics, them are old (Yeah)
I can see through you, you’re a fake mould
And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold (Haha)
If anybody try and stop my sound
I will turn London upside down (Yuh)
If I showed you where I came from
You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown
I am so clued up I might appear mad (Mad)
That's the balance of my mum and my dad (Jeez)
You can't touch me blud I'm not an iPad (Nope)
No more laptop inna my bag (Ayy)
Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag (Or the Jag)
Don't try talk yourself into me, it's a blag
And I know
'Cause I'm Wiley, star of the show, let's go
[Verse 1: Wiley]
All you man who preach love can't clash to save your own life
Wanna give talk, but you can't take talk
If grime was a sport I'd be Johan Cruyff (Ayy)
When I'm switched on active, manna pro, I can tell when I do my practice
I was spraying riddims before when it was rap this
I see your bars in the litter with the cat piss
Blud, if I take seven months out better know when I come back playtime done
London city is the place I run
I got the real loud-pack it's not a daytime one
Vibe too sick, you gotta rate my one
But they hate my one, then they take my one
Mandem ain't written all the 16s and the 24s and the likkle grime 8s I've done (Vroom)
I'm a killer MC, killer MC
I ain't in any friendship with a MC
I ain't in any friendship with a MP
I'm at Wentys getting food, belly empty
Waiting for the money the people have gotta send me (Pay up)
I'm a savage here, they could never end me (Ayy)
I kill 'em softly, I kill 'em gently
I'm winning it cos see they wanna get me
[Chorus]
Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold
All your little dead tactics, them are old
I can see through you, you’re a fake mould
And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold (Ayy)
If anybody try and stop my sound (Ayy)
I will turn London upside down (Jeez)
If I showed you where I came from
You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown
I am so clued up I might appear mad (Mad)
That's the balance of my mum and my dad (What?)
You can't touch me blud I'm not an iPad (What?)
No more laptop inna my bag (Yo)
Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag (Or the Jag)
Don't try talk yourself into me, it's a blag (Go away)
And I know
'Cause I'm Wiley, star of the show, let's go (Brrr)
[Verse 2: Kozzie]
When I took four years out of the grime scene, everybody said I'm done
They rate my one, then they take my one
But before me these MCs they were my sons
I was outside doing late night runs
Four and a half Vaseline, do you know them ones?
Lord of the Mics do you know them ones?
Lewisham High Street cheese and bun
All this trap talk, but he still owes me funds (Yes)
I was doing [?] and kickback ones (Skrrt)
I was doing road and ridgeback ones
I was on the rooftop, I was tryna pinch man's son
By I ain't tryna be that one
King of Grime, yeah we already know that one
Quick 24, no I ain't done
You know what I'm sayin'
Quick war dub to your dome, no I ain't playin'
Take ya back to deja-vu when I'm sprayin'
Money up front, there ain't no delayin'
I don't wanna hear what my man's sold
All I know I don't bend I don't fold
Thirty, I don't war for postcodes
Truth is, I've already been cold struggling with an O
No (Brrr)
[Chorus]
Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold
All your little dead tactics, them are old (Them are old)
I can see through you, you’re a fake mould
And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold (Haha)
If anybody try and stop my sound (Sound)
I will turn London upside down (Right)
If I showed you where I came from
You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown
I am so clued up I might appear mad (Mad)
That's the balance of my mum and my dad (Dad)
You can't touch me blud I'm not an iPad (Nope)
No more laptop inna my bag (Nope)
Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag (Or the Jag)
Don't try talk yourself into me, it's a blag (It's a blag)
And I know
'Cause I'm Wiley, star of the show, let's go (Let's go)
( Wiley )
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