On This Wiley (Ft. Chip, Ice Kid & Little D)

[Hook: Wiley]
Name won't die out
I proved my point at the try-outs
Can't sell things for the wrong price
Wanna own stuff, no buy-outs
Had a flow for the longest
Had bars for the longest
Other dons wonder why they won't last so long
It's 'cause they ain't on this

[Verse 1: Wiley]
I'm on tings, ring my phone, no long ting
Could've been the right or the wrong ting
Make a big song ting, everybody sing-along ting
Hold tight my gang, though, sing-along kings
I bring along kings
They bring along other sing-along kings
I've shown you already what a string of luck brings
Don't matter about your upbringin'
Man are still winnin', on this ting every day though
Songs don't drop everyday, they're gettin' made though
Ain't on the radio much, I'm gettin' played though
No, I ain't new in the game, I'm gettin' paid dough
Top grime dons are the livest
All the fans come through and decide this
History's written, I ain't gotta rewrite it
Man are the elite, bro, we ain't gotta hide it