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SAINt JHN

Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1

 

Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1


Look, me and my friend Charlie
The mood holy, the mood gnarly
You asking who the fuck, who are we, look
Pink sweater, white pants, white short
He looks like he swings iron but that nigga never golf, look
No resort for me, no loss for me, no thought for me
No boss for me, water clean, no vase for me
I pay the price, MX bill, no cost for me
I fuck her off, there's no loss for me
It's tossing me awfully, it's just a car
It's just a golf, it's just my brain, I'm just too smart
It's just some art, I need it now, it's a la carte
It's kinda dark, he hit the light, I hit the spark
I hit my jeep, express way
So niggas like me won't never feel no type of way
So you don't have to run up on me
Tell me, type afraid, are you some type of way?
Are you some type of blind, are you some type of great?
'Cause I'm like, Jordan where I'm from ************
Holding a lung, holding a gun, sipping my rum
Telling my mum, day that I'm done
Scream Brooklyn guy and I yell where I'm from

Frost if we ain't marry
You tryna find only emotions I buried
You tryna see who I am tonight, but I vary
Shit that I learned you can't find in no library
Time's scary, you can be a suspect, you can be a kussy
Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be
You can never grind, never flux, don't disgust me
This is not for play now, things that I pray about
Pay my momma house off, win a VMA now
Tryna buy a grotto, strapping on a Grayhound
Aiming at the opps now, circling the playground
Virginia for real though, nigga sell it real low
Make a quarter mill-o, weigh it by the kilo
I'm just saying facts now, you should see the B-row
End up as a low-life tryna be a hero
You can be a suspect, you can be a kusty
Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
These are just the real facts, you can not discuss me
If you're not a street dude you can never touch me
And just me and my wifey for life
Diss me and my sidepiece if you like
Just me and my dime-piece in the night
I don't mean to objectify her in the line
But if she prefers to be my bad bitch tonight
Who am I to dishonour her sacrifice?
I don't need a

You can be a suspect, you can be a kusty
Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be
You can never talk, never flex, don't disgust me
This is my Margiela bag with my granite
This is my money I spent, but I plan it
This is my whole fucking realm, whole planet

Look
It was late, bringing my sip to the hotel with the bags
Simone, I told her buy the Off-White and then pop the tags
You told me take off the top, but still leave on the rag
I told 'em, "hold up, I'm getting money, it's cool, it's better I don't brag"
'Cause nah, nigga's got the opps, now I'm in a dot
Now they see the light, now they clapping props
Now they at the stop sign but they ain't really screaming stop
'Cause I look better in a drop
I look better when my diamonds bright
I look better when I'm 6'3 height
I look better when my dark hit the light
I look better when my purple hit the Sprite
But I don't advocate that
It's not like I'm tryna say niggas just way back
It's not like I don't got the dreads and fuck the wave cap
It's not like you can't hit the Fire Booth playback
Tell 'em don't betray that, that nigga there, he the hottest
Create a goddess
Ain't nobody like this, suit and garbage
I'm telling everybody else where you started
I'm putting my gun, my pistol where your heart is
And I don't believe in being shooter 'cause my hands clean
Mean, I mean I just use my hand cream, gleam
I mean them niggas had a big dream, scene
Now the call turn into ice cream
And my mind is a little different
Listen, pissing position
And if you wanna switch up

Dear momma, if I don't make it, if I don't make it home tonight
If I don't make it back to New York, if I don't never catch this flight
If somebody stop me and I swing my hand and I gotta fight
If I had to say rude words and never was too polite
Then you understand my damage
You understand where I'm from and my dynamic
You understand the moment I never take for granted
You understand how I ashed out on this planet
Nigga standing on the granite
And I need marble for days
That I never had no cheese on my bread and my grades
Never saw no motherfucking B's or no A's
They told me watch my hand, watch my mouth, don't misbehave
Don't switch the K, but I
I know the tombs and I know the beam
So I know not to talk when they know to sing
And I know to hold my hand tight, I know the ring
'Cause the coat of arms is my heart just standing by the

Try to catch my breath, I talk slow
Ghetto nannies' favorite talk show
I don't wanna wait when you all go
I don't wanna wonder where's Waldo
'Cause my mind still in the same place it had been
And my mind is running this race just akin
It's ten years later, I been patient again
And I still look great, I ain't wasting a thing
And my skincare routine, strippers and boose
And whatever you do and me not paying my dues
Fuck being rude
Whatever I might choose and I get my heart involved
Whatever you do, I play my card, you play the wall

I ain't never been scared to dance, I ain't never been scared to fight
I ain't never been scared to move, I ain't never been scared to write
I ain't never been scared of dark, I ain't never been 'fraid of light
I ain't never been fucking short, nigga 6'3's a brave height
It look like God bless him with the good looks
And the Lord blessed him with some good hooks
I never read, but I read some good books
She look good, boy, that's a good look

Look, Charlie just told me he got a house in the country
And I'm still late somehow with my Sprint bill monthly
So when I walk in with my pink shirt and pink shoes
Am I comfy?
No, I just look way better at being hungry
You see, the difference is if you listen kid
This means my ignition slip
That mean I just got a permission slip from the niggas who have the digits where
I mean look
Truth is I walk in with bigs, brother
And big brother and I'm just his kid brother, but I
And that's just half of the ground I did cover, but

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?