Lyrics Wiley – Nan I Am London
Text:
What’s gwaning, Nan? Y’alright?
Yeah, it’s Kylea. What’s gwaning, what’s gwaning?
Yeah I know, Nan, I know you always tell me come out of London
But I can’t
Ask London, I’m the grime kid
Nineteen for the first seventy-nine, I’m still alive with
More in store for the music stores
And I’m hyping, on a mic ting
All day, we can spit all day
To the end I’m riding
The next ten years like a baider smiling
After them ten give me a black card
I’ve fly around the world buy two black cars
Too swift, too quick, can’t see me, I rass
I’m powerful, and I got a powerful past
I’m London — I get praise in abundance
Have you ever wondered why I’ve never blundered?
A few slip-ups, otherwise I’m underground
I’m so London, everyting London
Ask anybody, any place, anywhere if Eskiboy represents London
I am London
You get what I’m saying, Nan? I’m out here
I’m doing this ting
Hold tight my uncles
Hold tight my grandad
You know what else, Nan? Listen
Yo, I’m the best in Bow and the rest should know
I’m the best thing since sliced bread
They can’t test me, Nan, I’m the champion
In this game, there’s no time for mishaps
No time for Kit Kats, copper and lead
I don’t see why everybody thinks it’s a joke that I nearly ended up dead
Nan, see the bars I write, they got meaning
Can’t test Boy Better Know, they’re dreaming
Man might bust his head off the ceiling
When I’m in a rave spraying bars I don’t cheat, I deserve the wheelin’
When you hear the name grime, Nan, I am the meaning
I brought the whole team in
And now it’s a reality, there ain’t no more dreaming
You get me, Nan?
They’re saying my name, like
Thousands and millions of people are saying my name around the world, Nan
That must be a good thing
I know you’re proud
Eskiboy
