Wiley - BMO Field 2 lyrics

Yeah, I'm back with BMO Field part 2 Man k** freestyles every year, blud, bars that are new Guaranteed vibes in the place whenever I pa** through I can do grime when I like, I ain't gotta ask you You think you run the scene but I think I do Qualifying rounds, I already know I'm through If I start at 10 then I wanna be done by 2 Keep that dough flowing nice, me, that's what I do Laugh out loud, everybody's taking sides Man dem chatting 'bout sides ain't got no sides Keep chatting sh** till the man drags you out your ride Come to the ends and you leave ends without your ride Listen, where would some man be without my style? I ain't got a clue but I know this, big up my style From day one, that style's been wicked and wild Know that I had this locked from man was a child I stand up here and not in a pile What I'm wearing ain't out for a while Man have been bussing gums all the while You can ask Danny Weed now, all the style Which kind of [?]? All the kinds Which type of trainer? All the types Which designer label? All the lines Which type of logo? All the signs Tried join in with the murking But none of that hype ain't working Sorry to say you're stuck in an air pocket So your steering wheel is not turning I've said it before, I wanna quit When the balance in my bank weren't sh** You know why? Cause the place we were living in See a don doing well, don't mind k**ing it That's why I'm k**ing it Man get a crew and don't know who to bring in it New song, I've got everybody k**ing it Can't have a spitter debate without Will in it If I'm being honest, I wanna go and rave In a rave that's got no chill in it Everybody rocking with a straight copied style None of you are living it I switch an MC off like data roaming I don't wanna talk on the phone, cause today I'm zoning My don is a nutter, you can't control him My don is on tings so it's hard to hold him Check 1, 2, 3, then I'm outchea Like in the 80s when dad had a pouch And a [?] Feet up like leather couch here Man work harder, never been a sloucher You can't stand bout here All of the dogs dem outchea Outchea [?] [?] run your mout here Thought it was sweet like Tic Tacs Till I realised it was sour like limes Cause my dons have got a brainpower like mine But to be on the same page, we have to align Have to remind everybody we're the grime kings So it's not a ting, going back to the vibe of the radio Practice, we was on the radio, active We keep it up to the time like [?] I'mma do that Only sick tunes for the fans [?] ball bat What'd you call this and what'd you call that? To be honest with you, bro, I'm fed up of all that It's grime now, the time's now No, you ain't gotta be signed now Do it independent, ride out Have a great career and sign out New Huarache, them joints look fly Where'd you get them? I wanna buy Please tell me and don't lie On the Nike Air pie chart blud, my percentage is high New Huarache, them joints look fly Where'd you get them? I wanna buy Please tell me and don't lie On the Nike Air pie chart blud, my percentage is high