I Call the Shots Wiley (Ft. Jme)

[Verse 1: Wiley]
Hard luck
You tested me and found out that my Starbucks
I've got the tips you need for when you start up
Cah my flows dem are sharp like sharper than
When a man goes to the barbers to get a mark up
Pull up to the club door, ain't gotta park up
You got a fly on your neck, you're hark up
Want to hear me sarcastic? Let me sark up
Like, I ain't done shit for grime, I'm washed up
Couldn't afford to pay me, what I would cost ya
I move priceless
'Cause I know the talent God gave me was a niceness
Something you can vibe with
Jungle and grime like a boxing and MMA hybrid
No mountain too high for me to climb it
You got a career in England?
Didn't know Kylea designed it and then he refined it

[Chorus: Wiley]
You know what? (what?)
I call the shots
I got the vibe like I told you before
Manna done lots
You know what? (what?)
I call the shots
I was a young boss, learned from the best
Now I call the shots