Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Gonna Fold , by - Wiley. Release date: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ain't Gonna Fold |
| Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold |
| All your little dead tactics, them are old |
| I can see through you, you’re a fake mould |
| And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold |
| If anybody try and stop my sound |
| I will turn London upside down |
| If I showed you where I came from |
| You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown |
| I am so clued up I might appear mad |
| That’s the balance of my mum and my dad |
| You can’t touch me blud I’m not an iPad |
| No more laptop inna my bag |
| Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag |
| Don’t try talk yourself into me, it’s a blag |
| And I know |
| Cos I’m Wiley, star of the show, let’s go |
| All you man who preach love can’t clash to save your own life |
| Wanna give talk, but you can’t take talk |
| If grime was a sport I’d be Johan Cruyff |
| When I’m switched on active, manna pro, I can tell when I do my practice |
| I was spraying riddims before when it was rap this |
| I see your bars in the litter with the cat piss |
| Blud, if I take seven months out better know when I come back playtime done |
| London city is the place I run |
| I got the real loud-pack it’s not a daytime one |
| Vibe too sick, you gotta rate my one |
| But they hate my one, then they take my one |
| Mandem ain’t written all the 16s and the 24s and the likkle grime 8s I’ve done |
| I’m a killer MC, killer MC |
| I ain’t in any friendship with a MC |
| I ain’t in any friendship with a MP |
| I’m at Wentys getting food, belly empty |
| Waiting for the money the people have gotta send me |
| I’m a savage here, they could never end me |
| I kill 'em softly, I kill 'em gently |
| I’m winning it cos see they wanna get me |
| Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold |
| All your little dead tactics, them are old |
| I can see through you, you’re a fake mould |
| And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold |
| If anybody try and stop my sound |
| I will turn London upside down |
| If I showed you where I came from |
| You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown |
| I am so clued up I might appear mad |
| That’s the balance of my mum and my dad |
| You can’t touch me blud I’m not an iPad |
| No more laptop inna my bag |
| Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag |
| Don’t try talk yourself into me, it’s a blag |
| And I know |
| Cos I’m Wiley, star of the show, let’s go |
| When I took four years out of the grime scene, everybody said I’m done |
| They rate my one, then they take my one |
| But before me these MCs they were my sons |
| I was outside doing late night runs |
| Four and a half do you know them ones? |
| Lord of the Mics do you know them ones? |
| Lewisham High Street cheese and bun |
| All this trap talk, but he still owes me funds |
| I was doing and kickback ones |
| I was doing road and ridgeback ones |
| I was on the rooftop, I was tryna pinch man’s son |
| By I ain’t tryna be that one |
| King of Grime, yeah we already know that one |
| Quick 24, no I ain’t done |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| Quick war dub to your door, no I ain’t playin' |
| Take ya back to deja-vu when I’m sprayin' |
| Money up front, there ain’t no delayin' |
| I don’t wanna hear what my man’s sold |
| All I know I don’t bend I don’t fold |
| Thirty, I don’t war for postcodes |
| Truth is, I’ve already been cold struggling with an O |
| No |
| Send anybody, I ain’t gonna fold |
| All your little dead tactics, them are old |
| I can see through you, you’re a fake mould |
| And I can’t chat shit with you, I’m too cold |
| If anybody try and stop my sound |
| I will turn London upside down |
| If I showed you where I came from |
| You would know surviving here, man can’t be a clown |
| I am so clued up I might appear mad |
| That’s the balance of my mum and my dad |
| You can’t touch me blud I’m not an iPad |
| No more laptop inna my bag |
| Drop-top, Range Rover or the Jag |
| Don’t try talk yourself into me, it’s a blag |
| And I know |
| Cos I’m Wiley, star of the show, let’s go |