[Intro: Wiley]

Yeah, Eskiboy

Yo, Guns 'n' Roses Volume One

Hold tight the Ruff Sqwad

Yeah, Eskiboy

E3, hold 'em up, yo

[Verse: Wiley]

I'll start off slowly now and pick up the pace a little later on

London hold me down, I'm from your town, I'm always in the wrong

They don't know that Wiley's aiming for them top ten songs

And it won't last, you can only stop me for so long

You'll see me fly past everyone who tries to do me wrong

I'm like the rising of the sun, I put them pies in the oven

I cook them pies and I share 'em, I'll stop anybody tryna take 'em

I won't tolerate any haters, I'm a badboy out here for the papers

I won't do a show for less, I want papers

Move around with paper makers

I get down with the latest trainers

Represent for the top players

I'm Wiley Kat

Eskiboy, watch your back

I'll shake 'em off like Shake and Vac

Tell me crap? Take it back

Get excited, draw your gat

I don't wanna murder you, so let's have a scrap

Out back in the sticks or the flats

Don't hang around with snakes or rats

So leave your snakes and rats at home

So I can catch you on your own

You don't run it up when you're on your own

I'll break your head with a stone

[Outro: Wiley]

Yeah, Eskiboy

Guns 'n' Roses Volume One, yeah