Yes, Eskiboy You know me Confident with the flow And it's not a ting about ke-ke-ke, re-re-re-re and I coped this tune Shut up, yeah? You're not a top boy on campus The way lady's going on's terrible Pussy better know I saw your girl around While I was [?] that's my house A [?] she left the last time Rung her up, she said your house or my house You know me, I'm a OG All I do is roll around Wile house Get angrily, yeah, okay then Get all you want, I'll come to every street right now On my own in a trap and spray them I ain't her parents, I didn't name them Plus I'm the best in the game, okay then When I'm inflammable like propane and If you like this game then watch where you aim Because I aim for your brain, okay then Don't like one line flows on the level I just walk street, my advertising's done He's never boy so pussy hole don't say "serious" You're not "serious", Wiley's serious Lee's not badadi-badadi Badada-badada better than me I'm like rising thunder I'm a bad boy, I don't care about wonder I'm like "what are you under?" Starting about pride Leng man down from the side of the ride Like a chemical reaction When I touch mic, you'll see my reaction Guess who has sprayed a whole mac Like I was a pump action Know your self This ain't fiction it's faction Heard that one of your lengs had contraption When Charlie hears, that's a wrap Stop acting, Leo, can't tell me about me or Must you want dead in a G-R-I-M-E or Must be a doughnut, E-A-T them strippers like a whole nut Willy's not a bowcat, snow cat See more of me on road I wasn't around the corner like you're being told Not six, five, four, or three or Who could ever come and try test a nigga like me or Don't like one line flows on the level I just walk street, my advertising's done He's never boy so pussy hole don't say "serious" You're not "serious", Wiley's serious Lee's not badadi-badadi Badada-badada better than me I'm like rising thunder I'm a bad boy, I don't care about wonder I'm like "what are you under?" Don't you want this Wiley? Try swing your fist and you miss Wiley The swing's [?] on this Wiley Get punched up and kicked by this Wiley You know me, it's DTI stylee I'm the kid with the bassline that's glidy Come to your ends, give your wifey a smiley She's gonna link in [?] tidy Are you gonna go on like you're wicked? But when gunshots fly off, you run like chicken He's a [?], friend dem dig it I be like, first you see me and now you don't see me But I'll see him chatting chains Give me, give me, give me Don't move once, I will draw for the thingie I'm not silly Willy, I'm nine-milli Billy Don't like one line flows on the level I just walk street, my advertising's done He's never boy so pussy hole don't say "serious" You're not "serious", Wiley's serious Lee's not badadi-badadi Badada-badada better than me I'm like rising thunder I'm a bad boy, I don't care about wonder I'm like "what are you under?" My name's Wiley, Wiley, rated highly Wiley, Wiley, [?] I'm the one prince that you won't get by, Lee Ask Scorcher, his ting's swagger than Charlie Both of them are nothing to my three Nice try, Lee, goodbye, Lee, Charlie so wisely Black dresses, she slips straight into a nighty He said "Oh Wiley, shut up" At that point right there, you wanted to cry, Lee Don't cry, Lee Because me and Dimples laugh in the ends You was hung out to dry, Lee It's alright, I can help and beyond Because you and your brothers are all pricks Just ask yourself Wiley Wiley Out here, there's no blighs, Lee I'm the Lord of the Mic, lord of the beats, lord of the stage And lord of the flies, Lee When you talk rough, understand I swing with pumped guys No lie, Lee I got a temper too But I don't really use it if the opponent's tiny Eskiboy