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Fire In The Booth Lyrics - Artist : POUNDZ
Ayy, oi, listen, yeah, your life can change in a year
Big up everyone supporting, you feel me? Chase your dream, you get me? Ayy This one's real, no rap cap, straight authentic You get me? From the streets, straight bars, ayy Lets get 'em, Charlie Yo Let me show you the life that I lived, I was living in the hood with bros and Mum '013 days was hectic, in and out of court for the things I done Man first got nicked at twelve, tryna rob man live in the streets then run Hella CIDS in the station, I can never talk to the pigs, that's dumb On the frontline doing up a madness, sticking up youts for a iPhone 6 Yeah, eight when I went to the cells, I remember the days and my mum got pissed Man promise, I won't say nothin', the feds keep bluffin', I still won't snitch Try offer me a duty solicitor but I said "No, better suck my dick" In the booth, gotta grip it and shoot Big wap put a nigga on mute I know real bad boys from the West, extendo clip, put your face on news Life's hard but the struggle ain't cute Grind hard, gotta hustle and move See a yout that I'm on like Abz, man tell big bro "Ayy, spin that coupe" It's like 3AM in the morning, feds kept kicking in my door non-stop Hella firearm jakes in my face, I was pissed in my heart and my dog got shot Had so much bells in the gaff, coulda dished out corn at your whole damn block Man prayed and my bro bust case, bare Scotland Yard tryna get man locked About two, three years went by, full of hope, first year I see mumsie cry I went hard in the music thing then "Opp Thot" blew and it changed man's life I met serious thugs in colly, my darg like Dan might ching man live Imagine if I never did music, probably woulda made 'bout five man die If you want, I can get 'round there with the sticks in the whip and end man's darg You talk all this beef on the 'net but live in the flesh don't play their part Them boy there come like Kevin, I swear on my life, they ain't got no heart Ain't a bad boy ting that I'm talkin', man just saying that my guys ain't soft Back my big rambz if I got no sticks Swing my right hand if the left one miss Might just give six or seven that itch No Nintendo when I tell man "Switch" Bruk the big ting, you don't wan' get hit Bend your gyal's back, come slick like Rick 'Member the days when I never had nothin', now I spend like a thousand pounds on kicks I'm a boss, I ain't gotta do beefin', postcode wars ain't gettin' man P's Still tolerate no violations, rise up waps and bun them neeks Most man don't know why they're beefing, don't get lost in the clout, it's peak I'm a boss, I ain't gotta be a gangster but I got heat like DXB Done nine point six on my ones and nearly twenty milli' on my "Opp Thot" vid I'm versatile, man know my flow too sick I leave the beef ripped like Amiri drip Like Jay-Z, man rock nations when man spit Don't overlook me, I'm the best in Brit I put so much fire in the booth, when I go to my yard, it'll burn down quick Charlie, yeah, they know what it is Ayy, listen, this one's peak rudeboy, yeah? Oi, three years out from doing a freestyle, I'm back, you get me? Cool, this one's more personal, let me show you what's good Ayy, yes, come on, smokey settings Big up yourselves if you're locked in right now Shout Charlie for bringing me through, it's been a dream, you get me? Listen, ayy Yo, ayy Don't think that I changed cah I made cool songs on the 'net, little nigga, that's brass Badman, seen a thug, no cap, I burst the whole clip, make bare man dash Three mainstream songs but I still never changed, got a gold and a platinum plaque I ain't done a freestyle in about three years, oh, shit, tell a nigga "Run back" Still skengman Poundz, you don't wanna get whooshed, jump out with the toys like Andy Pop Smoke if I'm in a mood swing, let it ring with the ping, don't sing like Ashanti Big corn ain't little like Kim, put holes in your chest, spill juice like brandy I'm a boss, I ain't gotta do drills, send a young G with a hand ting, that's handy I seen man run, I seen man scatter Ching ching splash, they all get wet like girl from Napa We mix light and dark, real trappers Way before the movement, black lives matter In the hood, I'm a well known thug, still send man cunch 'cause the trap lines matter If the car that I'm in gets spun, that's a ten, do five, don't tell me "Don't panic" Tie my shoes and I'm [?] quick in case a man can't trick feds like magic Tryna shower down like Malik, feds just drove by, tell broski "Dash it" Speed the car up, press gas, try vanish Petrol on E, jump out, start dashing From a hood where you don't see money unless you grow crops or run up in banks Only twelve when I first got nicked, I tried to rob man with my hair comb shank I was twelve, little bro was ten, went home and got licked, yardie Mums don't ramp [?] mi amigo, snitches get done if they snake on gang I'm so tired when I walk in the caf', I tell baristas "Please make me a latte" Nine-to-five weren't made for a king so build your trap phone, stop goin' to the party Bad man so the galdem army Pop Smoke, baby, welcome to the party Beat shots in the field like Vardy You can get robbed for your skeleton, Carti, wait, yo They can never do it like me, they're wet Coming up now, fuck coming up next Nobody in the UK put a grime flow on a drill beat, I'm the best, I said Spinnin' MCs, start digging up beds Ten vers' me, that's ten man dead Pen game on a mad ting like Morgz, like Jamie, I'm a top boy, big threat Wait, wait, heard I got the same flow? Let me lyrically kill him on a riddim and switch my flow, now, look, now you're the joke Them boy there talk tough but they ain't on smoke In love with bare money and power like Ghost I'm the best in the scene my age Little man, sit down in your pram, no joke Rudeboy, you don't wanna get smoked Gucci belt, Amiri jeans tucked Hundred-thousand pounds, I see 'nuff From the hood where mandem don't bust Thank the Lord, I made it from dust Hundred-thousand pounds, I see 'nuff From the hood where mandem don't bust Thank the Lord, I made it from... Ayy, Charlie, come on You know what it is, you get me? Whack, whack, you get me? I can really rap, rap, rap, you know what it is, come on Show man the levels, get me? |
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