Eski boy

It's all fun and games tilll

Volume 2, step 16

Hold on tight my yout, everyting cool, everyting nice, seen!

Lyrics

Yo!

Yo

Still steppin'

Pound notes I'm gettin'

Said i don't rep but i'm always reppin'

Last 10 years man i put that work in

And thats what some of them are forgettin'

You can remind a man i've been there trekkin'

Looking for the ways to get my next cheque in

All worked out in the end though

Now it's all business class when i check in

You're so surprised that i ain't in a band yet

Got drums on my iPhone handset

I got artists, they ain't got friends in the game

Nobody ain't givin them a hand yet

Imma rise up like yeah i can't stand it

I'm going on my own like a one man bandit

Wait, for who, are you mad, I would have sold these tunes on vinyl while before transit

Oh what I tink I'm cruising again

You was herr mendes, losin' again

Everybody thinks they're bigger than a mic

Check the top 5 like who is it again

Like Skepta I'm doing it again

I walked in the dance bought 2 in it again

Yesterday I got drunk on champagne, and tonight I'm doing it again

In the astra listening to saxon

Puttin' 'em away like Marco van Basten

I'm like musical youth but I come from Bow and them man are all from Edgbaston

F you're favourite spitters, 'cos I've already clashed 'em

Doesn't really matter which accent they got

Go to war, no attachments, straight after I'm going in a bashment

We got lyrics, we all got bars, so what, you're a slow flop

If i go pop i got a lot of grime songs that i can show dons

And the level ain't low don, i'm a pro don

I'm like hold on, hold on, let's get with it

Ain't master p but i got no limit

Big shows are on, ain't got no ticket

Then i hit the wicket, like i'm playing cricket

Then we switch it, i'm Richard

I got lemon and blues in the kitchen

I remain calm why the hell am i switchin'

I been stabbed so i know about stitchin'

Big shift but I don't know about snitchin'

Head of the story went missing

You're all fisherman bishing(?)

If you're shit on the mic don't chat about this ting

It's a long distance, you ain't gona make it to the end of the mission

Some don't think when they make a decision

I be like head on, i made a collision

Listen, i made it in fashion

Came through the flow, but I came with a passion

If you wanna see people stir up beef, then you wanna stay for the action

Don't be a wally, you feel rough now but you're gona feel sorry

Hype mad but you're gona feel normal when you're watching eastenders or corrie

Don't be a wally, you feel rough now but youre gona feel sorry

Hype mad but you're gona feel normal when you're watching eastenders or corrie

Flag in the sand, toast to my achievement

I'm churning out the music, frequent

So far, so good with the numbers and actions, Looking at the figures: decent

We done a 114 K in a week

That's the kind of form i was seeking

Bare love from the songs i was deeking

Now when i eat tell 'em all i want peking

Done the underground, battling, beefing

Murk raves then get paid, that's a free ting

Though a couple dons on the road still keefing

So i gotta thank god that i'm peaking

I ain't giving up work til i get there

On the beach all chilled in a deck chair

Came back made a hater sit down

I'm still Wiley but i got hits now

My flows are illegal

My sounds resident evil

See dem flows are illegal

Marked for Death, Steven Seagal

You wanna chase my stein, steeple

Told em i do dis ting for the people

For the people

Let them know that we're evil

Told them my sound's resident evil

Told them i do this thing for the,for the, for the

Do this thing for the, du du du, do this thing for the people