Too Much Stylie

[Verse 1] I was too materialistic now I don't need that jargon I spent my first 400k going back and forth to Harlem When I hit zero I was like pardon? That's what you get when your eyes too big for your belly Watch too much USA TV, eyes too big for the telly Anyway now I don't spend a penny I don't want a Grammy, I don't want a Emmy I just want to be the real Wiley you first knew The one when you heard my first tunes The ones who weren't looking for sales or validation I wrote and murked tunes Looking for the energy I had on tunes I go back to my first view Yeah, heard it in my first too So many to search through Like back in the day when the fed shift man and they gave me curfew Yeah, I had dreams to pursue Now I'm in a space where I know what's right and wrong real fans I heard you Easily distracted, don't let your DIY get extracted Man came in against fat bars and got real money like Max did Do it for real no actin' I ain't greedy, won't see me taxin' I can't be comfortable, I hate sittin' back and relaxin' [Hook] Too much stylie, man grew up in the game as Kylea Too much heart and passion that's why they call me Wiley I would die for the cause man love this shit I stay on a level cos I ain't above this shit Too much stylie, man grew up in the game as Kylea Too much heart and passion that's why they call me Wiley I would die for the cause man love this shit I stay on a level cos I ain't above this shit [Verse 2] We change this round if we don't come across too eager Eager like a beaver When you're meeting people cool, just say it's nice to meet ya There's no rush to greatness, you're better off takin' time Cos you want money for the long haul, quick you won't make a dime Think you need money to buy bullshit I used to do that shit all the time Till you realise you ain't got no house and you fall in line Spittin' bars that's paper, but don't be a paper waster Be a paper chaser [Hook] Too much stylie, man grew up in the game as Kylea Too much heart and passion that's why they call me Wiley I would die for the cause man love this shit I stay on a level cos I ain't above this shit Too much stylie, man grew up in the game as Kylea Too much heart and passion that's why they call me Wiley I would die for the cause man love this shit I stay on a level cos I ain't above this shit [Verse 3] You gotta show some poise Stand up, mute the noise Be happy in your own skin, make the pows and the oyys And the shutdowns with the next hypes, ready for the crowd When you hit the stage you will hear them screamin' loud Of the scene I'm proud ain't got a bad bone in my body Biggin' up all of the grime crews and I won't forget Shoddy Everybody wanna be somebody Don't forget when you do business, make sure it ain't dodgy [Hook] Too much stylie, man grew up in the game as Kylea Too much heart and passion that's why they call me Wiley I would die for the cause man love this shit I stay on a level cos I ain't above this shit Too much stylie, man grew up in the game as Kylea Too much heart and passion that's why they call me Wiley I would die for the cause man love this shit I stay on a level cos I ain't above this shit