[Intro: Tim Westwood and Wiley]
Wiley in the building!
Now Wiley, you bring people with you, who you've got?
I got Trim with me, and he's gonna blaze up the next riddim for you, right now I'm gonna freestyle this one, right now
Hold tight Trim, hold tight the Roll Deep family, all across the [?]
Hold tight Raskit, Westwood show right now, 98 point 5
Alright lets go again, listen, yo yo yo
[Verse 1: Wiley (Petey Pablo - Freek-A-Leek)]
I remember the days when I was nothing, I used to put my hands in my pocket and feel nothing
I couldn't see when my next (Westwood) money was coming, I was pissed
I missed the point, another opportunity was missed
But here I am today, I'm trying to get myself paid, I'm tryna get my boys paid, I want P's
I know the Gs, the Gs know I'm a paper maker
Player haters come around the wave, bye, see ya later
I take my chances, put myself to the test, and the rest, the world, can watch me, do this
I can't see anybody stopping me from getting me through this
I do this for fun, go home and laugh after
A full day of events, come and spray at events
Under festival tents, I was born, in the trenches
I remember climbing over fences and climbing up trees
Climbing thats a minor to me
I remember them days I used to be in the street and no
Weak hearts don't survive on the street
You wanted to know, so I'm telling you that life on the street
Can be an eye opener, I'm watching doors open up
Before, none of this "impossible" - everything was impossible
Didn't stop I was flexible with the hours, and now
Flexible with the powers, I'm strong minded, some are empty minded, crews get divided
They started off as friends, and then they collided
I started off with her and then we separated, you see
The love we had, we both appreciated it
Before, I remember when I couldn't leave this chick
I used to cheat and ting, make Eskibeat and ting
Go home and have an argument, creating heat and ting
Then I'm off again, I'm trying to leave the past behind me
Wanna live in a place where nobody can find me
Tryna find Nemo, looking the CB Low
Check Schemo, he's a ninja from E3 bow
Saw this in my dream, no, when I was getting lean, oh
Everything you see ain't what it seems to be though
Couldn't believe it, the card worked, it was a repro
Nobodies allowed in the house, me a creep though
It's okay with me, she can go to [?]
He knows how to make her happy, thats for me
I've got my eyes wide shut, I was born on the D low
No we don't freeload, Breezer's got the kilos
Me and breeze were like, hot jalapeños
Watch Eskiboy's a wrongun, help me know it for sure
He's meant to be on his tour, he ain't been turning up
But he's like fire burning up, he's here to take the levels up
Hot producer around the computer, you're not referring to me
I make hits on my laptop and you can learn from me
The table's turned from me, they didn't turn on me
Journalists are nosy, trying (Westwood) to get, dirt on me
People's wifeys come around, trying to flirt on me
Journalists are nosy trying to get, dirt on me
I stay alert, me, first ting, me
And I play a lot, me, in the first ting
Okay, it's Westwood Radio 98.5, Eskiboy
Wiley in the building!
Now Wiley, you bring people with you, who you've got?
I got Trim with me, and he's gonna blaze up the next riddim for you, right now I'm gonna freestyle this one, right now
Hold tight Trim, hold tight the Roll Deep family, all across the [?]
Hold tight Raskit, Westwood show right now, 98 point 5
Alright lets go again, listen, yo yo yo
[Verse 1: Wiley (Petey Pablo - Freek-A-Leek)]
I remember the days when I was nothing, I used to put my hands in my pocket and feel nothing
I couldn't see when my next (Westwood) money was coming, I was pissed
I missed the point, another opportunity was missed
But here I am today, I'm trying to get myself paid, I'm tryna get my boys paid, I want P's
I know the Gs, the Gs know I'm a paper maker
Player haters come around the wave, bye, see ya later
I take my chances, put myself to the test, and the rest, the world, can watch me, do this
I can't see anybody stopping me from getting me through this
I do this for fun, go home and laugh after
A full day of events, come and spray at events
Under festival tents, I was born, in the trenches
I remember climbing over fences and climbing up trees
Climbing thats a minor to me
I remember them days I used to be in the street and no
Weak hearts don't survive on the street
You wanted to know, so I'm telling you that life on the street
Can be an eye opener, I'm watching doors open up
Before, none of this "impossible" - everything was impossible
Didn't stop I was flexible with the hours, and now
Flexible with the powers, I'm strong minded, some are empty minded, crews get divided
They started off as friends, and then they collided
I started off with her and then we separated, you see
The love we had, we both appreciated it
Before, I remember when I couldn't leave this chick
I used to cheat and ting, make Eskibeat and ting
Go home and have an argument, creating heat and ting
Then I'm off again, I'm trying to leave the past behind me
Wanna live in a place where nobody can find me
Tryna find Nemo, looking the CB Low
Check Schemo, he's a ninja from E3 bow
Saw this in my dream, no, when I was getting lean, oh
Everything you see ain't what it seems to be though
Couldn't believe it, the card worked, it was a repro
Nobodies allowed in the house, me a creep though
It's okay with me, she can go to [?]
He knows how to make her happy, thats for me
I've got my eyes wide shut, I was born on the D low
No we don't freeload, Breezer's got the kilos
Me and breeze were like, hot jalapeños
Watch Eskiboy's a wrongun, help me know it for sure
He's meant to be on his tour, he ain't been turning up
But he's like fire burning up, he's here to take the levels up
Hot producer around the computer, you're not referring to me
I make hits on my laptop and you can learn from me
The table's turned from me, they didn't turn on me
Journalists are nosy, trying (Westwood) to get, dirt on me
People's wifeys come around, trying to flirt on me
Journalists are nosy trying to get, dirt on me
I stay alert, me, first ting, me
And I play a lot, me, in the first ting
Okay, it's Westwood Radio 98.5, Eskiboy
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