[Intro: Wiley]
Bruv, I didn't look at it this way before
But as I approach my birthday
All you man are my youngers
[Intro: Wiley]
Bruv, I didn't look at it this way before
But as I approach my birthday
All you man are my youngers
You man are my youngers, bruv
[Verse 1]
If you can't do 10K first week
Then I don't wanna' hear no chat about numbers
You man are my youngers
All blacked out like grungers
Tens and twenties and hundreds
Tens and twenties and thousands, uh
I can't never just lowe dem (No)
On Mount Everest shoutin' (I)
Soon go back to the mountains
Third album, nigga, I bless the beat with smoke
And my day one bros they kept me close
Then I sip my Tetley take a toke
They're tryna get me on the ropes
Ayy, bro got the speshy in his coat
So, please man let's just be adults
And don't be flexin' in my boat
Nigga, you can't test me, I'm the G.O.A.T
Rolex collections lookin' dope
I got the Pepsi and the Hulk
And I ain't flexin' on you niggas
Cah I'll still be sexy if I'm broke
[Chorus]
Wait, there and I was made to win like I'm designed to blow
We're doin' major things, but it's a minor though
I used to pay for things but that was time ago
And now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, it's like
[Verse 2]
Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once
Never could you take me for a dunce
Been on the scene for a hundred months
All I met is bare cunts
Take man for lunch, eediot youts get punched
Pick one boy from your bunch
Tell man, "Jump!", oh, what, you didn't wanna jump? Well
Oh, well, look, now you're slumped
Lil' nigga, I swerve (Lil' nigga I swerve)
Get out my lane (Get out my lane)
North and East and West are hot but the South's on flames
This year I'ma be a household name
I grew up in a house of pain
I don't do it for the clout or fame
All the real niggas gonna' vouch on my name
All the real niggas gonna' vouch on my
(Vouch on my, woo, vouch on my, vouch on my)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
If you ain't got more than five Top 10's
Then I don't wanna hear no chat about chartin'
You man are just startin'
Comin' like a young Chris Martin
Start swingin' with my arms like Carlton
Start swingin' with my arms like Anthony
All my niggas been charged, don't amp me
Have your Mrs. in her bra and panty
If you see me in the dance, I'm anti, quite frankly
Heavyweight champion of the world
They wanna' war me for my belt
If you ever hear Stormzy caught an L
Know I stood tall before I fell
There's a couple birthdays comin' up
So I took like a quarter from the shelf
Spent like a 100 on my mum, then about 140 on myself
The Mille; I sport it like Pharrell
But I got the Nautilus as well
And all of the stories that I've lived, my nigga
These are the the stories that I tell
[Chorus]
Wait there and I was made to win like I'm designed to blow
We're doin' major things, but it's a minor though
I used to pay for things but that was time ago
And now I hit you niggas with the Wiley flow, it's like
[Hook]
Run up on them man laughing, fuck it
You got a chain but you tuck it, fuck it
Man throw dirt on my name, blud, fuck it
Slew anybody in the family, fuck it
Run up on them man laughing, fuck it
You got a chain but you tuck it, fuck it
Man throw dirt on my name, blud, fuck it
Slew anybody in the family, iyt, iyt
[Verse 4]
My last three tunes kinda prove that I did this
Mind what you say, I put a yout on my shit list
Must be the same old yout in the dinner hall
Primary, sippin' on my juice with my biscuits
I'm from a place where we move to da witness
Stare in your face, tell 'em "Business is business"
Came for the fame but she stayed for the litness
Ask your new girl, she loves Mr. Skeng
You'll never ever see me with guys known for verbals
My bruddas pull up and sky no rehearsals
Don't switch sides, there's no role reversals
How's the best spitter in grime so commercial?
Wait, nobody said you're good, dun your chat
Your girl take the wood lumberjack
Hit 'em with the lighter flex, humble brag
I can't drop the bag, I'm the bag
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
If you ain't got no platinum plaques
Then I don't wanna hear no chat about—
Nah, I'm joking, man
[Intro: Wiley]
Bruv, níor fhéach mé air ar an mbealach seo cheana
Ach de réir mar a théann mé i dtreo mo bhreithlá
Is iad na fir ar fad atá agamsa
Is fear tú mo dhaoine óga, bruv
[Leagan 1]
Mura féidir leat 10K a dhéanamh an chéad seachtain
Ansin ní theastaíonn uaim 'gan comhrá faoi uimhreacha a chloisteáil
Is fear tú mo dhaoine óga
Gach duillín cosúil le grungers
Deich agus fichidí agus na céadta
Deich agus fichidí agus na mílte, uh
Ní féidir liom an dúlagar a ísliú riamh.
Ar Shliabh Everest shoutin '(I)
Go gairid téigh ar ais go dtí na sléibhte
Tríú albam, nigga, beannaigh mé an buille le deatach
Agus choinnigh mo lá amháin brúnna mé gar dom
Ansin sip mé mo Tetley ag glacadh toke
Tá siad tryna ag dul dom ar na rópaí
Ayy, fuair bro an speshy ina chóta
Mar sin, le do thoil, níl le duine ach daoine fásta
Agus ná bí ag fleiscín 'i mo bhád
Nigga, ní féidir leat mé a thástáil, is mise an G.O.A.T
Cnuasaigh Rolex ag amharc ar an dope
Fuair mé an Pepsi agus an Hulk
Agus ní flexin mé 'ar tú niggas
Cah Beidh mé fós sexy má bhris mé
[Curfá]
Fan, ansin agus bhí mé a bhuachan mar tá mé ceaptha chun buille
Is rudaí móra iad, ach is mionaoiseach é
B'éigean dom íoc as rudaí ach am sin ó shin
Agus anois bhuail mé leat niggas leis an sreabhadh Wiley, tá sé cosúil
[Leagan 2]
Droch-suas, droch-chló, droch-dhruidim uair amháin
Níorbh fhéidir leat dom a ghlacadh le haghaidh dunce
Ar an láthair ar feadh céad mí
Is iomaí duine a bhuail mé le cunts lom
Tóg fear le haghaidh lóin, téann pollta na bhfear leata
Pioc buachaill amháin ó do bhunchloch
Abair le fear, "Léim!", Ó, cad é, nár theastaigh uait léim? Bhuel
Ó, go maith, féach, anois tá tú ag titim
Lil 'nigga, I swerve (Lil' nigga I swerve)
Faigh amach mo lána (Faigh amach mo lána)
Tá an Tuaisceart agus an Oirthear agus an tIarthar te ach tá na Deisceart ar lasracha
Is ainm teaghlaigh mé i mbliana
D'fhás mé suas i dteach pian
Ní féidir liom é a dhéanamh ar mhaithe leis an gclaon nó an cháil
Deimhníonn gach ceann de na fíricí fíor ar m'ainm
Gach an niggas fíor gonna 'vouch ar mo
(Deimhnigh ar mo, woo, vouch ar mo, vouch ar mo)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Leagan 3]
Mura bhfaigheann tú níos mó ná cúigear Barr 10
Ansin ní theastaíonn uaim aon comhrá faoi chartin a chloisteáil '
Tá tú díreach ag tosnú '
Is maith le Comin mar óg Chris Chris
Start swingin 'le mo chuid airm mar Carlton
Tosaigh swingin 'le mo lámha mar Anthony
Gach mo niggas a ghearrtar, ná amp dom
Bíodh do Mháthair ina bra agus ina panty
Má fheiceann tú mé sa damhsa, táim frith, go macánta
Curadh trom-mheáchain an domhain
Tá siad ag iarraidh 'mé a chogadh dom as mo chrios
Má chloiseann tú riamh Stormzy gafa le L
Bíodh a fhios agam gur sheas mé go hard sular thit mé
Tá cúpla lá breithe ann
Mar sin ghlac mé le ceathrú cuid ón tseilf
Caitheadh cosúil le 100 ar mo mháthair, ansin thart ar 140 ar mé féin
An Mille; Tá spórt agam mar Pharrell
Ach fuair mé an Nautilus chomh maith
Agus na scéalta go léir a bhí cónaí orm, mo nigga
Seo iad na scéalta a insím
[Curfá]
Fan ansin agus bhí orm a bhuachan mar tá sé i gceist agam buille a dhéanamh
Is rudaí móra iad, ach is mionaoiseach é
B'éigean dom íoc as rudaí ach am sin ó shin
Agus anois bhuail mé leat niggas leis an sreabhadh Wiley, tá sé cosúil
[Hook]
Rith suas orthu fear ag gáire, fuck é
Fuair tú slabhra ach tuigeann tú é, fuck é
Duine ag caitheamh salachar ar m'ainm, blud, fuck é
Slew aon duine sa teaghlach, fuck é
Rith suas orthu fear ag gáire, fuck é
Fuair tú slabhra ach tuigeann tú é, fuck é
Duine ag caitheamh salachar ar m'ainm, blud, fuck é
Aon duine sa teaghlach, iyt, iyt
[Leagan 4]
Cruthaíonn mo thrí phort deiridh kinda gur rinne mé é seo
Cuimhnigh ar an méid a deir tú, chuir mé yout ar mo liosta cac
Caithfidh tú a bheith mar an sean-duine céanna sa halla dinnéir
Bunscoil, sippin 'ar mo sú le mo brioscaí
Is as áit a mbímid ag bogadh chun finné
Coinnigh ar d'aghaidh, inis 'em "Is é gnó an gnó"
Tháinig an clú agus cáil air ach d'fhan sí ar an líofacht
Iarr ar do chailín nua, is breá léi an tUasal Skeng
Ní fheicfidh tú mé riamh riamh le guys a bhfuil aithne acu ar bhriathair
Tá mo chleachtadh mar aon le cleachtaí
Ná taobhaigh na sleasa, níl aon aisiompú róil
Cén chaoi a bhfuil an spuaic is fearr i ngreim chomh tráchtála?
Fan, dúirt aon duine go bhfuil tú go maith, dun do comhrá
Tógann do chailín an chopóg adhmaid
Buail an em leis an gclaibín éadrom, an chúlaithe níos lú
Ní féidir liom an mála a scaoileadh, is mise an mála
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Mura bhfuil plaiceanna platanam agat
Ansin ní theastaíonn uaim aon comhrá a chloisteáil faoi—
Nah, tá mé ag magadh, fear