Come Home

[Verse 1: Realz] Yo, man’s fully on music But still I’ve been sitting with crooks I’ve never been shook Apologise if I turn up, and I see man giving man looks I’m following foots When I say that I’m dishing out hooks for minor offences I don’t care bout your cases Man’s never had one, if I did, then mine are attempted One of the last ones left that’s trill Back to the grind, gotta get that mill' I was at yard, got a call from Will Want a quick verse? I'ma do that still If you’re talking sauce, I'ma let that spill Man's real icey without the jewels Feeling real nice, I'ma get some grills Usually grime but I might do drill [Verse 2: Wiley] Ayy, ayy Heard a voice in my head It was telling me to come home I been outside too long, in the unknown Gotta get back to my one zone I'm not a kid anymore, now I'm grown No backtracking, I move forward Still backpacking, still awkward Got my hustle on the side Put the hustle in the side Still give them a gem when I'm talking grown You know why I'm home? Gotta see the next generation grow Wanna see the next gen go make dough Got my vibe from the tower blocks in Bow You know like Without here bro, I wouldn't be me If I wasn't on radio, you wouldn't have seen me It's Wiley, I'm from Bow E3 Get it crackin', I'm a real OG [Verse 3: Blay Vision] I'm a real OG like D Came into the scene OP From T straight down to the EN3 Never been lowkey (I was outchea) Police, it was in those streets (I'm allowed here) I've done my share with the grief (Never doubt here) Spin it like Pinot Grig I make money off sounds because I pree those keys (In the dungeons) Something like Cee Lo Green (I'm about it) Frontline, man locked the 'me' when it's crunch time Man locked the 'u' when it's lunch time (Dead weight) Grime is a land of the brave, not a segway I bad riddims, get money, so when I do play fam All of my G's got leg space, comfy Independent and stable, lovely Don't deserve 'cause I'll spray like dumpy Too much style for them, Blay don't touch me