The Game (2019) lyrics
by Wiley
[Intro]
You man need to know the levels (That's what I reckon bruv)
Not the ones that's in your head, yuh nuh
The real levels, bruv (Real ones)
You man need to know the real levels (Real), bruv (Bruv)
[Verse 1]
I ain't gotta stand up with a hundred odd man (Nope)
Even though I can (Yah)
Gotta be a one-man band
On the road, I rise my own hand
Bang! Boy Better Know, I'm sticking to the plan
Fireman Sam couldn't put out the fire I'm stacking in my van (You hear that?)
I won't call Danny Weed or Flowdan
I pull up to the spot, like, "Where's your top man?"
It could be an all-day-er or a nightclub jam (Jeez)
Still stand
Selling my moments to all of my fans (Yah)
Are you mad? Gotta get the bag
Your bruddas must think I wanna sit around here playing tag (No way)
Like a B, you're not bad
I'm outside on every patch
Here's the catch
London's that city with the daps
But you wanna be greedy and you wanna act bad (Brap)