Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crack City, artist - Wiley. Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crack City |
| Shystie, you won’t get beside me |
| Won’t go by or go past me |
| Don’t put it past me |
| Blud you will never outlast me |
| Yo My names Wiley, I’m Grimy |
| I’m Shystie, won’t get beside me |
| You won’t go by or go past me |
| Don’t put it past |
| Manna too raw like crack cocaine |
| New whip white like crack cocaine, G |
| And she got her nails done all white like crack cocaine |
| It’s the Crack City CEO, cocaine city |
| I know most of the dons in the whole city |
| I got two packs here bro, no Biggie |
| Manna tryna block me here, so silly |
| When I walk in light that’s a whole milli |
| I spoke to god and he’s got hope for me |
| I’m a bad boy round here, no Diddy |
| I can’t merk every dance but no lizzie |
| Nobody fool can’t roll with me |
| 'Cos I got a price on my head |
| But they won’t get a hold of me |
| I get my point across vocally |
| I get your point, totally |
| It’s all money and I hear that |
| I wear my own route |
| Out here like most do |
| Carrying the world on my shoulders |
| Man gotta grind for a bonus |
| Wray and Nephew, no Coronas |
| Black house, headscarf and rollers |
| Coulda had more |
| Breaking the law more time in school 'cah I didn’t have focus |
| Now secure that bag is a motiv |
| Clean and tidy |
| Money in the bank, that’s styley |
| You all chase more than a lighty |
| Smoke man, go and put that in your diary |
| Dem man couldn’t stand by me |
| I stepped in itchin' |
| Already had packs in the kitchen |
| Dem man are pressed and glitchin' |
| Life is a mission |
| Man gotta mind who you’re dissin' |
| The mandem press, man missin' |
| Don’t chat shit I will come to your block with goons |
| Get left in the sky like moon |
| I ain’t cleaning it out, I’ll come with a broom |
| Out late on the strip, they watch cartoons |
| Man chat shit, I’ll make the ting boom |
| Mandem say I should stick to the tunes |
| One day I’m gonna get there soon |
| Might see me in the studio like Fumez |
| I’m a Pecknarm soldier |
| Tryna get money in the ends but I’m out for the cats like Doja |
| Come a long way from surfing a sofa |
| Anybody fucking with the gang, over |
| Draw for the soaker |
| Brains on the wall like coaster |
| Then you’re gonna get left twitchin' |
| Don’t bother go to the feds try snitchin' |
| Tryna get money in the ends like chi-ching |
| Gone ghost |
| Know that I’m working, merking |
| Not on Instagram twerkin' |
| Slyly all my old tings are lurkin', hurtin' |
| Them man are blouse upskirtin' |
| Sho 'cos I reside by the seaside, rewind |
| Knew I was gifted from knee-high |
| See my pattern and style they wan' pre my secret sauce |
| Them gyal they wan' steal my Sunday creps |
| check how high heel’s set |
| It’s my mindset that grabs interest |
| Way more to a chick than batty and breast |
| Nonetheless, my ting fresh |
| Big man, I already earned my respect |
| Please know I ain’t come to impress |
| Dust myself off, this life is a test |
| Life is a test |
| Nine |
| I’ma beat this riddim like it owes me change |
| Old school like Dylan in his Roll Deep days |
| You can hold this beat you can hold this beige |
| You can hold these kicks |
| Riddim on fire like a Maltese chick |
| Hop out at man like holy shit |
| When I got the stick like Bo-Peep did |
| Catch man slippin' on a lonley tip |
| I’ve been the black sheep in the family for too long |
| You man are trying to make it right with two wrongs |
| No late, I was swinging at fights like Wulong |
| Flow so cold, spittin' that ice I’m Dewgong |
| Heavyweight bars I’m weighing a few tonne |
| I smoke Cali and Amsterdam bud |
| And I ride any riddim to death, a mans crud |
| My name’s Wiley, Grimy |
| Shystie, you won’t get beside me |
| Won’t go by or go past me |
| Don’t put it past me |
| Blud you will never outlast me |
| Yo My names Wiley, I’m Grimy |
| I’m Shystie, won’t get beside me |
| You won’t go by or go past me |
| Don’t put it past |