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The Game - Wiley | Lyrics & Video

Wiley - The Game | Lyrics


I ain't gotta stand up with 100 odd man

Even though I can

Gotta be a 1 man band

On the road I'll rise my own hand

Boy better know I'm sticking to the plan

Fireman Sam couldn't put out the fire I'm stacking in my van

I won't call Danny Weed or Flowdan

I'll put up to your spot like wheres your top man

It could be an all-dayer or a night club jam - still stand

Selling my moments to all of my fans - are you mad

Gotta get the bag, you bruddas must think I wanna sit around here playing tag

Like I know you're not bad, I'm outside on every patch

Here's the catch, London [?] city with the dads

But you wanna be greedy and you wanna act bad

Came in the game, no Ghetts and no Kane

If you see me in the street its cool - no fame

I aint doing all this spitting for jokes - i want gains

You dont really wanna stand up with me or my reign

You sly round the game like a Weasel 

I couldnt care if you did adverts for Ladbrokes or Diesel

What I stand for is this, barring, forget the umming and the arring


I'm a cold body, don't trust nobody

Same spirit in my young and my old body

You don't know yet, don't know bobby

I got the juice like the film and yo gotti

I changed it round you couldnt roll on me 

I'm never gonna let a brudda take my soul from me

I don't want the powers controlling me or having hold of me


I stepped in it with bad man riddims, bloodclart lyrics

Buss a likkle science, buss a likkle physics 

From the day that grime started, I was in it to win it

It's 2020 don't ask for my digits

Bun that, cause we run this

No other MC has ever done this

I make music, I make history

I go away, come back and ask if they missed me

Had nothing but I'll leave the game with a lot - no bluffing

Even though I used to sit in the back of the classroom with all my best mates just cussing

Call me what you want, it's nothing

Face to face bro, you dont want.. you don't want nothing so you better stop huffing and puffing

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