He's Too Much - Wiley Aka Eskiboy, Wiley

Eskiboy

Tunnel Vision Volume 2

Boy Better Know

Man’s running this game

Big up all the Roll Deep massive

The other day I was on road like

Someone said to me: «Wiley, you must be one of them legends like Pelé by now

You must be like

You’re too much blud»

They’re saying like «on road he’s too much»

Eskiboy

Tunnel Vision

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Big up Scratcha

Hol' tight A Plus

Big up Mega

Hol' tight Black Rain

We doing this (Eskiboy)

E3 all day

I’m back with a bang

Me and Skepta and Javan

Where’s Wiley, I heard that he went to Japan

But now he’s with Jam in Milan

At the magazine party

Cash in hand

Do it so the sound expands

And I’ve got new plans

Had a few driving bans

When it hits September

Gonna buy a badboy car

Blacked out, I’m a fully grown man when I’m 'ere

But I still wanna act like a boy

Go straight to and I will start blazing man

I’ve got this game in my hand

I was a street yout, street kid, street boy

Now I am a street man

We can have war as a man

I can only say one thing

Ask me a badman, mic man, bust champs man like J Money

He’s North-West, but me, I’m a East man

I play games, your girl she’s flames

She was on my case, but now she’s on Kane’s

Bopping her head to the beat, singing along with, Jay and

She knows bagga worries and shame

And my events

They’ve gotta be the main events in the game then flames

Everybody who came from the drain like me, but some have got a different aim

If there’s one thing that I know, I know he’s too much

Right foot on the gas, left foot on the clutch

If there’s one thing that I know, I know he’s too much

Right foot on the gas, left foot (Eski) on the clutch (Yo, yo)

He’s too much

I ate lamb, curry and roti

I’m a war MC, they can all quote me (Yeah)

And I might punch you in the

When you wake up, everything seems floaty

I guess you wanna find me, but I’m with Lowkey

In your house with Lowkey

Climb through your window, you know me

My name’s Wiley, yeah I’m that breh with the gold teeth

You and your boys came 'round and thought you could fold me

I’m from a city not Holby

Who’s this chubby looking breh, he looks like Jan Mølby

He sounds like he’s talking in

Telling me he’s going to leave my t-shirt holey

Waste money can’t test Wiley Coyote

This the last thing I do

I revenge anybody that tried to stop me or hold me

If there’s one thing that I know, I know he’s too much

Right foot on the gas, left foot on the clutch

If there’s one thing that I know, I know he’s too much

Right foot on the gas, left foot on the clutch

He’s too much

If there’s one thing that I know, I know he’s too much

Right foot on the gas, left foot on the clutch

If there’s one thing that I know, I know he’s too much

Right foot on the gas, left foot on the clutch

He’s too much