Wiley Flow

Bruv, I didn't 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 can't do 10K first week

Then I don't 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

I can't 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

They're tryna get me on the ropes

Ayy, bro got the speshy in his coat

So please man let's just be adults

And don't be flexin' in my boat

Nigga, you can't test me, I'm the G.O.A.T

Rolex collections lookin' dope

I got the Pepsi and the Hulk

And I ain't flexin' on you niggas

Cah I'll still be sexy if I'm broke

Wait there and I was made to win like I'm designed to blow

We're doin' major things, but it's a minor though

I used to pay for things but that was time ago

And now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, it's 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 didn't wanna' jump? Well

Oh, well look now you're 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 South's on flames

This year I'ma be a household name

I grew up in a house of pain

I don't do it for the clout or fame

All the real niggas gonna' vouch on my name

All the real niggas gonna' vouch on my...

(Vouch on my, woo, vouch on my, vouch on my)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

If you ain't got more than five top 10s

Then I don't wanna hear no chat about chartin'

You man are just startin'

Comin' like a young Chris Martin

Start swingin' with my arms like Carlton

Start swingin' with my arms like Anthony

All my niggas been charged, don't amp me

Have your Mrs. in her bra and panty

If you see me in the dance, I'm 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

There's a couple birthdays comin' up

So I took like a quarter from the shelf

Spent like a 100 on my mum

Then about 140 on myself

The Mille, I sport like Pharrell

But I got the Nautilus as well

And all of the stories that I've lived, my nigga

These are the the stories that I tell

Wait there and I was made to win like I'm designed to blow

We're doin' major things, but it's a minor though

I used to pay for things but that was time ago

And now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, it's like

Run up on them man laughing, fuck it

You got a chain but you tuck it, fuck it

Man throw dirt on my name, blud, fuck it

Slew anybody in the family, fuck it

Run up on them man laughing, fuck it

You got a chain but you tuck it, fuck it

Man throw dirt on my name, blud, fuck 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

I'm 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

You'll never ever see me with guys known for verbals

My bruddas pull up and sky no rehearsals

Don't switch sides, there's no role reversals

How's the best spitter in Grime so commercial?

Wait, nobody said you're good, dun your chat

Your girl take the wood, lumberjack

Hit 'em with the lighter flex, humble brag

I can't drop the bag, I'm the bag

Yeah

Yeah

If you ain't got no platinum plaques

Then I don't wanna hear no chat about...

Nah, I'm jokin' man