Bloodtype Wiley (Ft. Wrigz)

[Verse 1: Wiley]
I go back to my old estate
Show love to the whole estate
I roll out on my roller skates
The last 18 months, all the shows were great
I've got a talent, I will never let it go to waste
I rep the whole of London, I know the place
Lay low, I don't really wanna hold a case
When you're top flight, everybody knows your face
Well, I'm Wiley, can't pie me
I'm a weirdo, but label me grimy, please
From '07, '08 times
I was in a Prestige black B
Had a spaceship key, now my basic P
Is a fee that I never saw coming like a bee
I'm buzzing on the tree, smoke weed till my lungs say no
Couple hours go by, then I'm crushing up more weed
PFC, Sam's and Morley's
And a red pea soup if I ever feel poorly
Junior's and Casablanca
Man came from nothing to a cash money banker
No prank and I'm calling direct
BBK is the team that I rep
And I've got my money where my mouth is
I keep talking, no two ways about it
I'm about it, I've got a work ethic
Don't worry 'bout radio, I'm working it
This ain't normal chicken, there's jerk in it
You can find a diamond if you search for it
I work with it, Miley Cyrus twerks with it
Put me in a song and I'm murking it
Came from the dirt with it
When I'm in the club, I circle it
I'm first with it