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