Lyrics:
took the pies man (it was him)
It was him
Listen, who ate all the pies? It was me Wiley
Top boy riddems they are made by me
I've got high mic
But you just wanna stay in your house
Your very big house in the country
You don't wanna come out your house
Your very big house in the country
Wiley
(Ghetts)
We're the last of the old school stars
Who's got lyrics? Me not Wiley
Who's got bars? Me not Skepta
Who's got lyrics? Me not JME
Who's got bars? Me
A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set
A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
A bullet from the back of the bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set
Lately I've been feeling like my thoughts are on the rise
I've been tryna cure my spirit before it truly dies
Smiley Wiley's what they call me but
the money, show me the money don yo
You can ask Eric, and ask lil Derrick
If I've got the country on smash
They'll tell you
WIley's a grime kid, never on time
that's all I ever do
Is show people respect
(You get what I'm saying?) it's nothing
But hold tight Magic though
Becah I know you're old school
You
A bullet from the back of a bush
Took Medgar Evers' blood
A finger fired the trigger to his name
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
angered
Wiley's raw talent ain't ever been pampered
Scrimp and scrape, standard
I did what Javan did
Bullied my way to the top like a bandit
Come through
Where Medgar Evers haunts me
I swear he follows me around
I saw him riding with Christ's Calvary
And the horses and the hounds
Singing, "Joy is thy
on past
Your careers all roll on gass
Only Wiley was ever roll deep and the rest of u just wanna bone his ass
Yo quick bro go hold his hand
Don't talk
man
incase you wanna know, e3 thats a manor
now we're gonna hit em with the slammer
CHORUS
Jet Li
I will not lose
Wiley
never, no way nor ever
Breeze
change the contrast of
Real spitters spitting bars on the sets
Man are home checking the wars making bets
You ever get spun? Leave the place vex
Go
(yeah)
Get capped on your song, bitch, I don't kneel (woo)
I'm from the home of Medgar Evers and where Emmett Till got killed
Fuck the NFL
M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Gave it to me for free free free
Put it in my PC, track 16
When it got
all hard
(We still here, word)
This is for Medgar Evers, Martin
And my brother Malcom
Sometimes we be sittin and
Wishing for another outcome
My head be
One time for H-town
One time for D-town
One time A-town, M-town
Yea
RIP to Medgar Evers,
RIP to Doctor King
I ain't tryna hate on my own kind
But Al
were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again
His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone
Like Emmett
Top of fourth quarter, I skate, hit the liquor store
Lambo Aventador, Maybach with a minibar
Met a girl from Senegal, told her 'bout Medgar Evers
medgar evers and he walked his road alone
Like emmett till and thousands more whose names we'll never know
They tried to burn his home and they beat him
to protect
What people don't understand is that a lot of the leaders died
Medgar Evers (has been shot), Bunchy Carter (has been shot)
Fred Hampton (has been
first
I will be here for Medgar Evers
A letter of intent to
Kimball Liquor University
It's up to me whether it'll bring
The best or worst of me emergency
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