Wiley - Evolve Or Be Extinct lyrics

Evolving, how many days will it take to reach another level? I'ma short term wrangler there ain't another rapper I won't take on If you lose then get off Winners stays on, winner plays on, winner like the Malmaison I'm a winner, my 5 like a break for 20 thousand and people don't never put hate on I don't wanna hear a thing that you wanna say Pipe down on twitter trying to put a face on Silly choice, silly move, idiot things Silly me, silly you, delete your thing I'm bigger than this, I'll defeat your king God knows I try calm but he goes in He's just an mc but but goes in There style is whack like its a repo thing I'm going in, I ain't coming out I got a style and it ain't running out But my life's running out, we don't live forever However my music can live forever, whatever Tell them [?] and you can't fool me but you act quite clever Sun, sea and sand but that's my weather Whether or not you like me silly whatever I count money, I'm a troll this cheddar I don't care if the your the rawest brother On my own I'm running this estate no fair like blam I'm a tourist fella What know then? you must have thought I was a climb like calvin I dont take care of chipmunks My name ain't alvin I got a space where I'm living its out of town housing s** your mother I might say that If you wanna hear it again, play it back [?] Like a dad without the laid back (Boodoodagadaga) Its wiley again None of them better not try me again Your forgetting I'm a giant like A stack Battle anybody for an 8 stack Put it my greysack put it on my back then I move on asap I am music but I am not a rap My name eski Im sitting on the clouds where the best be Take that shut your mouth though take that Cause I'm a don Don't get me wrong when I'm singing this song I got back to the war stop bringing it on You play ball and you think you lebron You might spend 5 days picking a song By then I'm on a racetrack winning along I'm doing it right while you're doing it wrong Like what type of mic are you doing it on You know half good MC's ruin a song Im like why are they doing it wrong thats long I'm evolving, in the free zone Like major colvin, everybodies [?] and I stack that money till i'm blue in the face I go fast like I flew in a race Im in the title I'm k**ing rivals Nobody's spitting on the beat Nobody's really liable Think your bad but you can't do a 5 0 My kind of style ain't viable You gotta earn it, you gotta learn it Your kind of style ain't buyable When its a grime thing Im on the track fighting Saying stuff I ain't just rhyming Better listen up clear when I'm hyping On the road, laying up the white lightning If a soundboys dead and he calls my name I roll up and its like I revive him Par. I should have let him fade out lightly Them ever getting everywhere werent likely Yeah I'm Wiley, you say don't like me so what I'm not a show off But when I'm about it's a road block Stop thinking of old songs Move on go and change your old top Them spitters are good but their flows not As tight as mine I'm like an old knot They got bullied in school like an Allcot God I'm in control I'm not a robot Heres how I evolve I can't hold on So many chatting on the cliff but they roll off Climb back up but by then I float off In souls confront until it goes off My future's brightest Orange kush I smoke weed Not brown in a souring I go joking my fam might ask of me My mum says she ain't seen nothing of him