[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', ah

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 GOAT

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

Yeah

Yeah

[Verse 3]

If you ain't got more than five top tens then I don't wanna hear no chat about chartin' You man are just startin'

Come in 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 missus 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 hundred on my mum Then about one-forty on myself The Mille, I sport it like Pharrell But I got the Nautilus as well

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

[Refrain]

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]

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 a 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