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Fire In The Booth

 

Fire In The Booth


My bro got buj for the low
You know that he's selling them fast
Scars wanna box like Floyd
But he needs two one, don't ever last
Got leng tings tryna move stush
Said I won't take her to Shard
Lost so many shanks in the bush
Like man's TV, they were all sharp
PC's want intel
If you get nicked, don't sing like Adele
They just put bro on the wing with the S.O
'Cause he got nicked for a shell
These opps just move like lighties
How we still can't see them yet
Done tripped up, got cheffed last minute
Bet he thought he would easy jet
House parties and I came with the nizzy
She's tryna dance with my like Dizzy
With M, I'll do it for kizzy
Kway back, two knives up, me and Tizzy
Splash or send man swimming
Don't be out on the mains all slipping
I just linked Tom, went on a cruise
But we didn't complete that mission
And my new ting leng like Rita
From Antigua, real little diva
Got Teesha tryna go shisha
Dead ting, she ain't getting more than pizza
Leng ting, that was my G friend
Locking it off, she was tryna be more
Fendi tags what I'm popping off
But I spent way more bands in Dior
Ain't into no banter
Don't get shanked, get it twist like Fanta
I was in the trap on Christmas
Serving snow with the slate like Santa
Might show you how my kitchen does it
Twist it, push that, sh-sh-shove it
I feel tapped, get evil thoughts when I smoke Amnesia
I don't pray Isha
Ay, Lisa, Lisa
Buss man's flat, let me out with the cleaner
Free S and Clips
Blow me a bag when I hit JD last week
Bought ten new kicks
I got a older ting called Susan
Catting, always wanna wear man's Cuban
Fist man's head on the wing like Deebo
Nurse had my hands on ice cube
Went 'round there on a typhoon
And still had a skeng in the ride too
I was on servery
Hear Ms Madden like, "put your plaits in a hair net"
Tryna get 'round there, let's ride a long
I'm itching to bro, "are we there yet?"
Had so many packs in a visit
I was praying they make it through
Bad one calling my phone nonstop
I think she's taken too
Stolen ped, two Hi Vis too
That was kway back then, me and Diesel
How you been done like twice?
When I see man next, tryna make it a sequel

My life's been fucked up, left school secondary
And I found it hard to trust cah everybody's temporary
Paps told me 'lay low'
I would never stay home
But you'll always be the realest, why I can't forget them favours
All them closed visits, you were sending me my trainers
Like, stay eating food even though you got no appetite
Too much to lose, lost my phone 'cause of satellite
Staring at the mirror in my cell, I used to fantasize
Never knew, one day you'll live this rapper's life
When mummy shed a few tears
Rent got new arrears
Summer time caged up, winter, New Years
Have you ever felt so low where you can't feel no love
And nobody wouldn't care if you fold up
My brother used to tell me 'bout this road stuff
But I never listened, I was tryna cook my own grub
You've been gone for a while, it's getting so tough
We're tryna start new, now mum's throwing out your old stuff
Rearrange your room, even where you hanged your clothes up
I swear it been time, now it feels like you don't know us
And when I book a visit, you just tell us 'don't show up'
Your birthdays, Christmas, didn't even phone us
Used to watch like, I smiled when they doubted me
If you knew my whole story then you'll be proud of me
Why you think he's boujee? Don't you know he's getting paid
But sometimes I turn off these phones and just meditate
I know that I did you wrong, only right I'm letting go
All them letters to your house, how could I forget your road?
Remember that .32 then we got a bigger ting
I was in the Ghetto when them Jilly's lights flickering
Pocket with my flicky in, this knife work's brilliant
Slapping at the crowd then he's due to hit civilians

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