Wiley - Letter 2 Dizzee lyrics

Hello... Most Wanted Productions... Eskiboy... Playtime is over... I remember O one december Me and you shopping Overtags popping Remember the baby name's we were rockin Had that early Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping Ready to drop my album when's yours dropping On the New Label I make music not cause I'm willing cause I'm able Hey Dyl What's going on brother I've got to a stage where I wouldn't ever judge no other No race, No creed, no human, No colour And nothing ain't changed except I'm the best now It don't matter I'm still your big brother I don't hold the line leave that with the runner I support Spurs not the Gunners Gonna be the best for the next ten summers The best of ten athlete runners And far from blast you I tell you Dyl it was hard to back you I still done it Overground, Underground I still run it Number one grime I still run it We ain't in beef so pick up the phone and ring me I'm still rollin Still wear my own garms Still showing the roadman Blue jeans listening to rips of Logan's show In the whips that ride by I'm like spark some Ky I just fly by Not in a white ride at night time on a black bag in the Day time when the markets on Park your car wrong place car is gone I broke the high jump record now the bar is gone The present is here and the past is gone I'm a master Get me Sometimes I'm just rollin And I think back to all the raves that we did, All the shows we did all the radio We'd made up a lot of ground trust me Listen... As Day turns to night and night turns to day I feel more and more like moving away But then I remember who I am 'Legend' Can't stop rolling round town I'm stuck In the manor like venom in a snake I'm ahead a running snake When they snack there's no venom Still get missed calls on my phone So many fam I can't bell em all back I'm ahead of all that All them golden tacks wanna go worldwide Back to new rides Hype's alright but I'm nearly twenty nine When I reach thirty I've gotta be nice Make dough everyday for the rest of my life Big money up I didn't roll no dice I'll take control of my life Won't draw no gun, I won't draw no knife I'm letting go of all of that Growing up Eskiboy