Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Step 21, artist - Wiley. Album song Snakes & Ladders, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
Step 21 |
Stick an MC to the game with Blu Tack, now you’re in |
Ain’t got nothing to say? |
Then move back, let’s begin |
I like to jump on the track and spray that, practice aiming |
Don’t get caught up in the people’s drama, catch me sailing |
If you wanna go to the grime library, see Logan Sama |
He got the history there like old school Gift and Armour |
I swear the original energy we had fueled the whole nation |
That’s why I can’t moan, I’m glad that music’s my occupation |
I don’t even say «mic check, 1−2» anymore, that’s crazy |
Oh yeah, I wanna shout out Masro, sent me a riddim that amazed me |
I was on my laptop listening, saying «I could duppy this beat» |
«Even though it’s got them dubstep elements, I fuck with this, don’t hate me» |
What have you done for me lately? |
That’s what some fans wanna know |
Some might split from groups in a solo and end up standing alone |
What a lot of people don’t know, there is a system in place to follow |
But I tell a system «I hear you today and you hear me tomorrow» |
Cause I don’t wanna lend or borrow, we’re chasing the heights of the goals we |
set |
Cause them things start fading away real quick, as old as we get |
Gotta put some away for a rainy day and make sure we’re bubbling |
I don’t even know what recession is, my whole life’s been based on juggling |
I came for the game like ayy, after my set, fam, draw for my pay |
Send me a champs and I might just stay |
All my dons in the dance on a wave |
Skepta, Jme, J2K |
Nameless goons with us, they don’t play |
Can’t walk through here, walk that way |
I’m seeing all this from the first day |
Seen a lot, seen the bottom of the game and the top |
Some days I ask myself this, though |
«Why you giving all your money to a shop?» |
Better put your money in a brick |
So when you’re 40, you won’t feel sick |
Better put your money in a brick |
So when you’re 40, you won’t feel sick |
What’d you wanna do? |
Spend a million or two |
On your family or you could spend it on your crew |
Before you realise that you gotta have a house |
These are the idiot tings we do |
Now it’s back on the grizzle, standard |
I’m blacking out like Wretch 32 |
Certain labels wanna get dons |
Who are gonna conform cause they can’t get me to |
Even though I’m not committing a crime |
I gotta keep a stash of bail money aside |
Some man have got money to spend, yeah |
And some man have got money to hide |
Some man have got money to waste |
Wasting when they step in the place |
I know them way there |
Clued up, fam, I know them ways |
Been a while since Sidewinder and Danger |
Rinse FM every day, no major |
Slimzee on the decks, flat |
Then I’m back on the road, like a street rat |
But I always knew I had talent |
The thing was, I never had no balance |
No patience, I was rushing |
Too much battling, too much cussing |
Since «Champagne Dance» and |
2014 now everybody knows me |
I’m saying «BBK for life» |
I’m on a sunshine island, living life lowkey |
If I don’t reflect to tell you how I feel |
We both know that it won’t be real |
I’m gonna fly at my brother and hope he chills |
Cause life’s all about going over hills |
I just wanna kick back with the grade in a hot tub |
Blue Ciroq, peng tings in the hot tub |
Even when I done «Nicole's Groove» |
I couldn’t see myself getting any credit, but I cropped up |
Every day is a heatwave lately |
Jump in the sea and I let the wave take me |
Put my heart in a song |
Back on my job, it’s been way too long |