Wiley - Step 16 lyrics

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 cla** 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 sh** 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 pa**ion 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 d**h, 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