Strictly Business

[Verse 1: Wiley]
Ay
Man wanna chat about bud
Then I come thru' and I bill up my top-shelf bud
Came from vinyl, I came from dubs
And trust me now rudeboy I know the plug
Merk speakers, like Flowdan and The Bug
That's real OG in the tub
Other weed out there become the sub
But first team bud's what I love
I'm in barring mode, battle mode, that's our mode
Plane mode, motorbike, car mode
Everybody wanna take over, like Marlo
And be on radio like Targo
All my sick bars in my heart though
Training, when I was in yard though
I know the arts of expressing myself is a par bro
I get fast but I start slow

[Chorus: Shorty, Wiley]
I tell my Gs don't hype
Don't get gassed, don't follow the light
Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight
Keep the paigons in sight
I tell my Gs don't hype
Don't get gassed, don't follow the light
Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight
Keep the paigons in sight
I tell my Gs don't stress
You see the game, just like chess
Gotta move right, gotta move correct
Keep them in check, yeah
I tell my Gs don't stress
You see the game, just like chess
Gotta move right, gotta move correct
Keep them in check, yeah

[Verse 2: Shorty]
Man wanna chat about beef, 'till it gets peak
But deep down dem man are just weak
Say bare tings that I wouldn't repeat
Punch in the top lip now you can't speak
Yeah, it's the same old ting
Same old food, and the same old cling
Same old story, dem man bore me
It will get gory now I'm on a grimey ting like Norey
Sick in the head
Man will get suttin' to stick in your leg
Don't know why my man thinks he's a vet
Now you gotta sit in your bed, that's deep
You better come off the street
My yout watch how you speak
They can't touch the elite
Nah, they don't want this heat
Man wanna chat about Ps
Talk is cheap (moesh)

[Chorus: Shorty, Wiley]
I tell my Gs don't hype
Don't get gassed, don't follow the light
Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight
Keep the paigons in sight
I tell my Gs don't hype
Don't get gassed, don't follow the light
Life's not fair you gotta put up a fight
Keep the paigons in sight
I tell my Gs don't stress
You see the game, just like chess
Gotta move right, gotta move correct
Keep them in check, yeah
I tell my Gs don't stress
You see the game, just like chess
Gotta move right, gotta move correct
Keep them in check, yeah

[Verse 3: Shorty]
Man wanna chat about grime
But they don't do it like mine
We get better like wine
Lyrics ahead of our time
They can't fuck with the grime (Take time)
Man wanna chat about flows
I'll put you on your toes
Better man up with the hoes
Nah, they can't fuck with the pros
More than a thousand shows, case closed

[Verse 4: Wiley]
Man wanna chat about bars
Then I come thru' and I draw for my E3 bars
Been thru' beef, got a couple scars
Out the other end, man I still got heart
Raised levels on the mic, here that is the task
Murk shows in the clubs, in the parks
One thing I didn't know I was gonna do in this game is change the contrast

[Chorus: Shorty, Wiley]
I tell my Gs don't hype
Don't get gassed, don't follow the light
Life's not fair but put up a fight
Keep the paigons in sight
I tell my Gs don't hide
Don't get gassed, don't follow the light
Life's not fair but put up a fight
Keep the paigons in sight
I tell my Gs don't stress
You see the game, just like chess
Gotta move right, gotta move correct
Keep them in check, yeah
I tell my Gs don't stress
You see the game, just like chess
Gotta move right, gotta move correct
Keep them in check, yeah