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Wiley

Bang

 

Bang

(アルバム: Godfather - 2017)


[Ghetts:]
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?

Self-employed wealthy boy
Dealt with pain, dealt with joy
Me and Wiley are cool now
But I'm the same nigga who tried help destroy him
Tell Lorraine, tell McCoy
I failed again, felt annoyed
Now I've got paper round
Me, Daily Star cause I sell the voice
Oi, it's the paper boy, I'm in effect
Don't like me? I've always been a threat
My only competition is the man in the mirror
My niggas or my silhouette
They know I'm a flamethrower
Make man lay low and lay lower
Anybody says that they can't get hold of me
Tell them niggas I'll be on the same blower
Who am I? The baddest MC that grime ever produced
The resident Eskimo goer
Culture vultures, they owe us
Oh, now they know us?

Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?

[Wiley:]
(Bang) I'm hot, so what?
(Bang) I'm out spitting for free, no gwop
(Bang) And my path is clear, no stops
Got yards in the sticks, no shops, no cops
(Bang) Keep my mind on the cash
I see if I can turn a stack
I know you love practicing but
Me and my niggas were born burning tracks
Like yo, they know I'm that post-quitter
Mind that gyal dere, she's a gold digger
Chatting 'bout [?] with her
Push me far, turn me to a cold figure
Respect, you do it, but man have done it
Anybody from the elite, you know we run it
Here's what it feels like to win
Get rewarded, I'll do a hundred miles and running

[Ghetts:]
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?

Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?

[Ghetts & Wiley:]
GH, and I've been doing this
Since I had an Ericsson 338
And I have pushed more wigs back
Than a label has done to an album release date
If I send for an MC
Then man better reply tonight, not a week late
If a man can't move on from the war
Right after it, bro, that's a weak trait
I'm not a lager lout
But I'm still throwing bars about
Midday, looking for a haircut
Shop's packed, gotta go to the barber's house
I'm doing business everyday here
That's why I can't mess or laugh about
When it comes to the grime in 2016, rudeboy
I'm the hardest out

[Ghetts:]
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?
Bang, same city, new blocks
Bang, boombox on the rooftop
Bang, who's hot? Who's not?
Bang, new job, who's boss?

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