Fire In The Booth, Pt.2

You won't survive in these streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty game and I played it
Oh Lord, don't let them kill me on these pavements

Look
I put my blood, sweat and tears in this ting, I wouldn't drop it for the road
But think you could diss me, Lord knows you could end up with a poke
Or it might be a late run ting when I'm creeping on your block with a pole
Hit him, him, him, him and who knows
Fuck it, everything around him getting smoked, this ain't a joke
I got my pride before I fold, I'll put my life on the line
Ask my brothers if I've ever told
I tried to make this shit the realest shit I ever wrote
Like when I buss I didn't cut, I brought all my bros
Like who remembers me pulling up 30 man deep to a show
I weren't performing if my niggas couldn't roll, that's fact
We need some more real niggas in the ends like Lippy and Tricky
To show the yute-dem to be gangster, you ain't gotta get drilly
Don't watch me, strapped up cah I gotta be
The opps getting me down, that's like winning the lottery
I'm big food now, big food in this ting
Tryna stop my young one wrapping up food in the ting
The hood's fucked up, old friends were shooting and shit
He used to be my bredrin, now I'm defo moving to him, shoo

You won't survive in these streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty game and I played it
Oh Lord, don't let them kill me on these pavements
Shoo, yeah
You won't survive in these streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty game and I played it
Oh Lord, don't let them kill me on these pavements
Look

My little niggas S and Boogz
They're coming home when I'm like 40-something
I swear it got me bugging
Try link them at the gates with at least a couple mill'
And say, "Don't watch nothing"
You know the ting govern
If I lived in central, trust me that's what I'd probably rap about
Probably rapping about managing bank accounts
But I grew up in the T side of London
So I'm rapping about banging and scheming on the trapper's house
I used to have to boil the kettle just to have a bath
Never used to dwell on it, I knew that that would be my past
So who's to say I don't deserve this shit?
Yeah, look, ay
I never done it for the name when I banged the strizz
Having a name won't stop me getting bagged and shit
Anytime I step, I step cah this beef is real
What, you think I'd rather die than kill? Shoo

You won't survive in these streets with no patience
They say the streets a dirty game and I played it
Oh Lord, don't let them kill me on these pavements
Look, yeah

Nuff 'matic 'round here when I tip toe
We make the lead spark
16 and one inna di 'ead cah my 'ead's up
Aim for your chest, that's a headshot
Kickback's rising up
Opps about, I'm rising it up
Old school friends, my niggas been lighting them up
Four opp blocks, anyone I'm skying it cause
Yo bro, I got my machine, are you riding along?
Main road, side road, red if his son can't take tuff
High roads, I made your boss run
Pulled up, lunked off, I saw them boy fast
Can't be seen too much, the neighbours too nuff
We don't do talk much, all the opps talk nuff
You ain't never barked off
Lean with the ting when I clark off
Mine when I park off
Word to Young Spray, you don't wanna be a duppy on the carpark
Shoo

You won't survive in these streets with no patience
They say the street's a dirty game and I played it
Oh Lord, don't let them kill me on these pavements
That's why I barely touch the streets when I'm naked