Intro - Wiley

Ayy

Ayy

Eskiboy

Ayy

G-3, yo

I see it for what it is

And I don’t want none of it

It’s my hobby and I’ma do it for the fun of it

I’ll be the father, bro, you can be the son of it

It’s always been me and mine runnin' it

The loudest pack, I’m here bunnin' it

Did a couple years, think you done a bit

Got a couple hunnids in

I ain’t a hater here 'cause I be bubblin'

Who brought the trouble in?

I’m money doublin'

Doublin' up, I come around in my i8

I ain’t complainin' 'bout nothin', 'cause I hate

Some of the paigon’s ways, make a man irate

I know you follow couple patterns that I made

I made patterns

Been in every jeweler’s shop from Bethnal Green to Hatton

The mandem don’t play in my culture

They’ll pull up to the junction, jump out and clap 'em

G-3, my bro, it’s G-3

Dem man there couldn’t ever G me

I’ve been a don since man had a Punto GT

The DJ, MC from Bow E3

I’m like, G-3, my bro, it’s G-3

Dem man there couldn’t ever G me

I’ve been a don since man had a Punto GT

The DJ, MC from Bow E3

Too many MC’s not enough mics

Lookin' for the smoke, I ain’t lookin' for the likes

Don’t chat to man about lyrics and mics

Everyday I look a vibe when I create a style

Dem man gravitate towards the style that I buss

And for sure that’s fine

Just remember, that’s mine

Man step out the yard and go work

Man step on the set, and man murk

Manna pioneer like Kool Herc

Raised the east like my brother Bossturk

Mash up the dance just like Dirty Flirts

I make a riddim, and I search for the perks

Man can’t tell me a thing 'cause man works

I’m sorry, my G, the truth hurts