1 Red Shell Wiley

I can lift up the sound with one shell to your speakers
You don't want it when it's Boy Better Know speaker
Tell Solo feed man to the lions
I'm a street kid, straight up, far from a preacher
But I've gathered knowledge so I listened to my teachers
And if you are not on my radar, am I gonna peep ya?
Niggas know I got it but I mess around
Till I spit a winner on a proper grime feature
How about nobody's ready for my team
All that pussyhole money won't fulfill your dreams
I'm telling ya
You're so wack and now nobody's belling ya
All that ain't what it seems
I ain't on a riddim tryna crush dreams, no, it ain't that
Drive the game till it ain't got brake pads
Been in every whip from a Range to a Maybach
I hate cars now, I'm looking for a payback
Stay back, stay back cause I see an idiot trying it
So I gotta load the something and spray back
And my input in the game just like ADAT
Me and Footsie have been doing this from way back
Can't find me, I'm a needle in a haystack
Never had beef on your own, I don't rate that

I said you never had beef on your own, I don't rate that
You can take that how you take that
While you're roaming the street like a stray cat
When I said I feel strong like Rocky
No, blud, I never ever meant A$AP
I'm at the top, ain't nuttin' gonna change that
Perform art so it's straight that I chase that
Told you before, rudeboy
If there's a doubt in your mind, better erase that
Yo, I just split up a sound with one shell to your system
Can't stop the winner, I'm persistent
Even if I tried, couldn't do what I do with an assistant
Gotta be alone if I'm going on a mission
Consistency is why I'm here still
I run the park, I ain't part of the friction
Getting the pounds is my addiction
Everybody want a Mercs or a BM but no Citroën
I ain't gonna lie, I don't really want a Citroën
I know man who've got cars on deck
But they drive them into the floor and don't fix 'em
Some things in life, you can't mix 'em
Six months in Toronto, done "BMO Field"
Came back, then I 416'ed 'em