Letras
SN Beatz
F the system, they don't own me
I don't need you, I do it on my lonely
If a man diss my people, what I do next?
My whole family will disown me
'Cause I'm a warlord and you're a pony
And I'm a Scarface just like Tony, ayy
There's levels to these levels
I sell it pure so there's levels to these pebbles
I'm a grime rebel
The talent I possess cost more than everyone's kettle
You ain't seen money, it's in shekels
I don't do it for awards or medals
At my level of calm, you couldn't settle
You know Wiley's heavier than metal
I can murk shows with a mic and a foot pedal
Came in the game with a fiver for subs
My shop don't sell no L's, we sell dubs
I'm a lion in a scene full of cubs
Don't get led by sheep or fake tugs
Some people are too nostalgic
Holdin' on like man are Persian rugs
Then I fast forward to the future
When everybody wanna be Crips and Bloods
Don't say my name in vain for any stripes
Don't chat me on the 'net for any likes
Don't try and draw me out for any hype
I won't say your name, I won't shed any light
You're better off doing your ting with no chat
'Cause you will get further, no cap
I don't rock with grasses or rats
I'm a real street don from the flats
Wiley's back, go make that the news
I'm the one, no threes or twos
I'm on point but I've got a short fuse
You don't really wanna know my views
I've got a cure for all colds and flus
They work quicker than what sold to you's
You can't tell me what I'm supposed to do
You follow the system, I've got no hope for you
You're trapped, you've already been wrapped up
Like a present, and I'm in the present
Could've been Enfield, could've been Cheshunt
My name's rufflin' feathers on all pheasants
Ayy, I've been a market boy from Roman Road to Queen's Crescent
Centre me 'cause I don't hold back
The stuff I've got to say, it ain't pleasant
Yo, call me high treason
'Cause I flip the script for my reasons
And I won't have a bar of it for any
Part of the year like all four seasons
Restrictions get on my nerves but I
Just heard the government eased them
I spent a lot of money on goods
I came home and the council seized them
I don't trust none of you crabs
You're not bad 'cause you got a couple abs
I will lick off your soul like dabs
You man are some drabs with kebabs
Ain't nobody fuckin' with the L-O-N lads
We got the vibe that you never ever had
Oi, fam, don't worry 'bout me 'cause
I'll last forever like a pyramid slab
Yo, when I was talk of the town
I made a lot of MC's sit down
Now they think I lost my skillset
That's laughable, my skill's still fresh
I stay open minded like Kesh
I'm trouble, I might make a mess
When I'm rollin' around, I walk with the spirits
I don't need a bulletproof vest
Too many man wanna bred Pete Tong
That's where a couple man go wrong
I will lick off your head like bong
When I turn grime into a dance song
You want clout, rudeboy, you're a mong
Can't tell a bait song from a grime song
I'm like "What are these eediat on?"
Man have got dreams but that one's wrong
I drop bombs and everybody dead
Rudeboy, you must've forgot your meds
One human can't stuff a kilo
That's how I know you and everybody begs
I got people sayin' grime's dead
They wanna be a reject instead
That boat sailed off a long time ago
You diss me, I said "Everybody dead"
Yo, how ya mean?
This is my game bro, this is my scene
I'm clear-headed, I'm no longer lean
This ain't the American dream
It's not my fault you have never been seen
Accepted in or out the scene
Some of them be relyin' on me
I should remove all packs from knees
Runnin' up your gums like you know me
What you know about Wiley the OG?
Rudeboy, you're a neek in North
Monday, you're a villain and Tuesday, you're holy
I'm an OG like Toadie
I beg none of you man, don't phone me
When I drop bombs in the London city
You will find out them man are phoney