Step 11

[Intro] Yo, this is Wiley, aka Eskiboy Right now we're back, volume 2 It's all fun and games till Till Hold tight filthy beats, yeah You know how we do it, live and direct Hold tight all the producers, all the MCs, fammo [Verse 1] Time flies when you're in Dubai I'm seeing star ships were never meant to fly I'm like Romeo was never meant to die I'm killin all spitters who never meant to try When I said I was a king you was never meant to cry You was meant to hail me, I was never meant to rise But I see it clear blud you were never meant for grime Rolex watches were never meant for time It's all for showboating Money on the wrist you're promoting Fuck that niggas on a joke ting I'd rather be a dome with the straps stick a mash to your adam's apple you start choking Quick to with the coat in super with the [?] You know I'm a don and I made it that way instead of hoping I hope you drop to the bottom of the sea like a anchor Freezing cold ting [Verse 2] Beats are filthy Your mum's a milfy I bang the milfs from Lewisham to Tilbury And there was a deal in the air you couldn't [?] I leave the deal open that's the real me Any major around this city know I done their work on my own do you feel me? Tell the ex girlfriend chill b I'm gonna get where I'm going if it kills me I'm too good on mics you ain't good on Man said overload but that's put on And I'm still a grime kid I put my hood on and then blaze a whole set Like Wiley good on, good on ya Don't let a shotter ever put buj on ya Ain't worth the hassle I don't rock them sharp shoes with the tassles Cos I ain't that kind [?] [Verse 3] I'm livin in the South East, flyin in the [?] Still might take a sledgehammer to your Audi That's four grand damage to your Audi First lesson you learn- don't chat about me Brother, we ain't got the same mother I might love mine but put gyal above her And you love yours I see the way you hug her Never gonna be darker than this brother Sister, I can't roll with your mister Cos I don't like him, please don't invite him This is the truth that I'm speakin, no hypin Without the weed I'm ready to start wilin Don't doubt me in the power that I possess Colder I'm older I put a couple shells in your shoulder Then I put a shell in your bowler hat You're a TV character Roland Rat I'm been to hell and home and back But I still got time for the fans dem Nobody's fuckin with the plans dem Any MCs I will lyrically hang them, hang them high Cah mandem try It all goes wrong then the mandem lie I didn't want beef Blad you're a chief Mum's name Carol, dad's name Keith [Verse 4] And that's my belief, here to cause grief Knife in the sheath I'm black but I don't live on the heath And I wear boxers don't wear brief You're uncles a tief I don't wanna sleep wi your girl Cos she wipes her batty with a leaf All your best MCs deceased Can't take no years out I'm a beast I got the buff gal chewin on my [?] Nobody up ere Other kings don't bring nobody up ere Cos them likkle tramps don't deserve the love ere If I could I'd put music above here But then I couldn't breathe There nobody up ere Other kings don't bring nobody up ere Cos them likkle tramps don't deserve the love ere If I could I'd put music above ere But then I couldn't breathe I couldn't breathe [Outro] It's all fun and games Volume 2 Step 11 I'm tellin yooooou Ababababay, ababababay Ababababay, ababababay, bay