Most of them wait for the drop not me
I’m in straight from the top I told them

When I strap my lyrics, I strap for the whole nation
My occupation, grime federation
Nobody wants this sound in the limelight
Oh well too late, grime's on the station now
Play it, loud, you hear it, blam!
Wiley’s a one man band, with a drum on my back
Only one man can be called the godfather
Life full of drama
Woke up today like, oh
Can’t see no one around I’m alone
If I drop dead now I’m on my own
Pushed everybody away I’m like oh
Then I came up with a style and flow, got money on my brain F them lets go
Coz I’m never gonna win it if I’m sitting at home
Picking my nose staring at the walls like oh
Wiley’s a pro
They coulda [?] but they don’t, say they shoulda but they won’t
I do the red carpet new coat new hat like everybody’s watching my show
In a couple of days my brains gonna explode
Whatever the weather but now it’s getting too cold
I think of the times it was better on the roads
Tell em my new stone island coat, is what I’m rocking when I glamourize grime
I can say I had a nice time coz I did
Man wanna say I didn’t help out but I did, I want em all I ain’t got a spare rib
I’m on a level like can’t touch this why
You can’t diss my show, and you missed my
Then I slipped by, in a black out whip like...