Wiley

Wiley - Outchea lyrics

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Check 1, 2, 3 then I'm outchea

Like in the 80's when dad had a power trip

And a pouch yeah but I ran the route yeah

Feet up like leather couching

Man work harder, never been a sloucher

You can't stand about yeah

All of the dogs live outchea

Outchea, [?]

Tell a fake MC, don't run your mouth here



I thought it was sweet like tic tacs

I was wrong, me and donny had a chit chat

Forget the solo, the crew ting I'm with that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that

What you mean man-a-man missed that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that

What you mean man-a-man missed that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that



Jack up all trades, roll on my blades

There I had braids but now I rock fades

I'm still a kid when I'm in the arcades

When everybody wanna go I wanna stay

I am on, always, looking at the Roll Deep [?]

Whole new game these days

If I didn't have the energy I couldn't take part but I'm cool,

I've got the skill, I still spray these days

Yo, I can't explain these ways

But everyday I breath air is a training day

Every artist in the game wanna save the day

You don't really want a headache, save your brain

I tried rolling with my dons but they ain't the same

Made a few bad decisions, I take the blame

If there's a booking up north then I take the train

Save some years of money then I make it rain

Alright



I thought it was sweet like tic tacs

I was wrong, me and donny had a chit chat

Forget the solo, the crew ting I'm with that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that

What you mean man-a-man missed that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that

What you mean man-a-man missed that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that



Check 1, 2, 3 then I'm outchea

Like in the 80's when dad had a power trip

And a pouch yeah but I ran the route yeah

Feet up like leather couching

Man work harder, never been a sloucher

You can't stand about yeah

All of the dogs live outchea

Outchea, [?]

Tell a fake MC, don't run your mouth here



Most major deals are all low deals

I was doing better off with no deal

Deal or no deal, blud I'm a pro still

Quick money, long money, sick with a flow still

Most major deals are all whack, designed so you don't see nothing off the back

Most major deals are all carrots dangling so I say F all the rangling

Let's show this, let's show that, let them know we ain't never gonna go back

Man have got MOBO's, man have got plaques

Man have sold records, badaman tracks

Now we've gotta own it, make it a fact

I'm saying too much, I ain't taking it back

If you do it all right then you ain't gotta stress out [?]



I thought it was sweet like tic tacs

I was wrong, me and donny had a chit chat

Forget the solo, the crew ting I'm with that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that

What you mean man-a-man missed that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that

What you mean man-a-man missed that

Woah boy I think man-man missed that



I'm telling youuuuuuuu

Trust me dog I can't let that slide,

I run the part, man are big like [?]
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Language: English

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