Lyrics:
Skepta, you are not Wiley
Manna got bars, let a brudda come try me
What? What, you thought I weren't grimy?
What? Didn't know I get lively?
Brain
Yo, remix
Donae'o, Donae'o
Cadet, Cadet
Wiley
Ghetts
Real niggas inna my circle
Real women inna my circle
Only family inna my circle
No
off
There's a few circles of music that your boy Wiley will never be a part of
I like to put work into a artist's career before the ting starts off
garage?
Wiley Kat'z got his own styles not garage
Make it in the studio but not in the garage
Here in London there's a sound called garage
But this is
you that I make garage?
Wiley Kat'z got his own style s'not garage
Make it in the studio but not in the garage
Here in London there's a sound called
your boy off the ropes, no cap
Me, the career resurrector
You wouldn't be nothing without Skepta
The 'Wiley Flow' was just a par but
Revenge is sweet
here, still my skill can shine through
When you're doing things well out here bro, nobody likes you
My name's Wiley, I'm full of style
See I said it
Heathcliff, it's me, I am Cathy
I have come home, I'm so cold
Let me in your window
Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green
there you go
Better Dillan days standin' in da park
What's da word on da street
Did he really slap her?!?
Is true Wiley skipped da country left
I'm straight out of London city
Like Wiley
Like Dizzee
Like Tinie
Like Trippy
Let's get busy, I was in forth now I'm in fifth
Man wished I was in
quit smoking
But I'm in the Ace Hotel with the jetpack again
I remember when Wiley told me to jump on mic
And I got stage fright
Never thought I
through
Tried to chat shit but I caught you
I'm Wiley, I won't have a bar of it
Had a flow but I made a star of it
You ain't ready when I light up central
round me, it's not only about me though
Let me give a shoutout to my scene
Pussy and rum, that's a rider for real MCs
Me and Wiley had a clash,
garage?
Wiley Kat'z got his own styles not garage
Make it in the studio but not in the garage
Here in London there's a sound called garage
But this is
garage?
Wiley Kat'z got his own styles not garage
Make it in the studio but not in the garage
Here in London there's a sound called garage
But this is
Skepta and Wiley, you get Dave and Ghetts
Women on the guestlist, relatives respectin'
Thirty year stretches, bodies in the trenches
What I wouldn't do
oh so excited
Break
That chic cheeky lady
She's gonna get what she picks
She can wear you out and she can milk you dry with them tricks
That wiley
it comes out of the other one
Fuck Girl Better Blow and the other one
Boy Better Know, that's the label
Me, Fris, Shorty, Wiley, Sam
Max and my brother
Listen, Wiley
I told them youts I'm gone again
See the Devil ain't working
No more no more "vroom my long again"
And if I smell any fire in
Wiley, Trim
Jam, Az, Chronik, Foots, quincy
Flowdan (NASA) , Killa P, C Gritz, Roachee, Gee, Sarah, Blue, Bronzy, Ed
Danny Weed, Saskilla, Boya, Likke
P,
Right now we're on the streets
Hold tight Angry, hold tight Ramboss
Hold tight Azzy, hold tight Jammer
Hold tight Jme, Wiley, the whole family tree
an MC
I got a black ski mask but I don't ski
And if you diss Wiley or Jme
I will come to your set like
What soundboy, who is it? Who is it?
Everybody get
"Where's my brother?", no Wiley in sight
So this ain't a singalong
I'll put shit in your chest like silicone
I ain't got no love for the other side
Straight
will Hot 97 your show
I've been MCing for a year and a piece
Flown to 25 different countries I've
Always been the top, always been the best
Oi Wiley lend
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