Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Gonna Fold, artist - Wiley.
Date of issue: 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 |