[Wiley]
Dirty Wiley, certy I know
Ain't nobody doing it better with my flow
Manna slick with the foam, but better with byro’s
Where was you when I was filling the pipes ????
I'm grimey like dirt
Even when I'm sleeping, I’m still at work, and my brains at search
What we selling? Master WAV's
And everybody wanna sell all kinda merch
[J2K]
He said, all typa, all typa (Hey)
All tings when I enter
All kinda (Hey)
All works I'm involved, with all nighters (Hey)
Cah when my ting buss, they all line-up (Hey)
Facts, they all tried it, all minor (Hey)
They all buyed it, all ??? (Hey)
Send Dix (Hey), they all sign up
I sent food, they all dine up
I make all of my own luck, check
[J2K]
My own luck, my own buck
??? myself for my own dunk
Might play a 1-2 still, take a pastroom will
Then rass it over the hill (Hey)
Nuttin' don't change like the bills
Everyone drills
Everyone's seats got grills (Hey)
But my ting comes with a seal when it's fresh out the pack
When you seen man back in the field
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