Aystar - Fire In The Booth

(You know what time it is when you hear this right)

[Verse 1]
I used to live for the moments
That they're livin' for the future
How'd you live for the future though?
When you'll never know what's even round the corner
Could be here today, and gone tomorrow
Life's good but time's borrowed
And a plan's just a plan
You have to live to make it work though
What’s your plan, what do you wanna do?
Where'd you wanna be?
What, you wanna do astronomy?
What, you wanna shot a key, buy more
And then shot free?
You want some education, get degrees?
And then what?
What's you main aim in life?
Someone please tell me that it's not to make money
Every one just wants to sit comfy
Livin lovely, with there tummys full
With their wife and husband
Smoking something that's potent
Haziest weed from overseas
Or the stinkiest cheese, and they be chillin
Instead we're on the roads, riskin freedom
Tryna make this fuckin shit happen regardless
It's been two weeks and I still ain't been the barbers
I've been runnin round tryna get it in
Not spendin nothin til i see this money
One, two, double triplin'
Too many things that i want in life
And buyin' weed every single day
Definitely ain't doin me no justice
I smoke the peng shit sprayed haze i dont fuck with
If a's got that proper dam shit it's gettin took
But more time i be smokin on that cheese that gets you fucked
But look, you never know
When your time's up
So do what you can, while you can
I've been smokin on this haze for like three days
I think I need a ban
Three hundred and sixty five days a year man be stoned
And I ain't tryna switch it up
I ain't sippin on no patron or no Henny
And I ant fuckin sniffin on no lenny
Just get me a bag of ammo or some lemmy
And I'll be chillin while your dry sniffin on the lem
Without the bevvies, do i live for today
Not knowin what happens tomorrow?
Or live for the future, knowin that my time's borrowed?
I ain't bothered I'm a [?] soldier
Got caught in the crossfire and it didn't lick me over
I'm still here, so a dickhead wants to see me get crazy
Told you man there babies in the game
You can't step to me and if you do
Better have some fuckin weaponry
Because i got this gun that holds 11
And it only takes 1 to send a wasteman up to heaven
So just to take the piss i'ma slap 7
From young i've been reppin
Nate told me move proper with the ting
So I moved proper with the ting
That's me bredrin, couple man I dont chat to
From past issues, but that ain't an issue
Man know I just crack on regardless
And i ain't talkin drug missuse
The only drug i'm abusin is this big zoot
Remember seein charlie when he came down to liverpool
We was on the docks and now I'm standin in the big room
I have to give him thanks, I rap proper like a hindu
They'd be lyin if they said I wasn't somethin they were into
You're due to see me, I won't say on TV
But you're due to see me movin freely
Tryna get this fuckin industry PG
So I don't have to bag this cheese weed
And send me mate to go and see will with 3 B's
Nah, just CDs
Take it old school like Riggs and Shifty
Shift the mixtapes on road
Tryna get somethin back from what i flow
Cause man know I flow the coldest
And I'm only 22 i'm not the oldest
Know who I'm involved with
3.5 Revolvers when we're on the roads kid
And now it's what like £400 minimum a show
That's 2 Oz of crow I can't wait to get this p
Proper p, so I can buy some property
And buy me mum a big house
I know the road's long but I ain't stoppin for nothin
I'm set to get this guopin
If the music don't work it's OT to get it poppin
It's nothin, charlie

Ay! Man like Aystar in the easy fam!
Huh, round 1 you ain't playin no games cus

Know what it is, you get me charlie

I see you bruv

Niceone

I see you out here Cuz!
[Verse 2]
Mad, mad, mad
Yo, big up altar on this one
Listen, yo, I'm hard bodied like a frozen corpse
Look, this 4.5's holdin 4 because i popped the other 5 off
Just testin the shells
Makin sure it's not a bore
Left holes in the wall
But that's one box ticked
Plus it felt like a horse when it kicked
It didn't even stick
That's three boxes ticked
Shit didn't blow up it's blessed now
I'm happy with it
The nike man bag i rock the maggie with it
The 4.5 don't fit in the man bag
The stem that got jacked off the rats that's a grandad
It's older than your pops
But it sprays when it pops
It's from second world war
How's it evaded the cops?
Little n*ggas comin up
Don't know about the days
10 man on the ends 3 tings ready to spray
Plod come we run 10 different ways
How they gonna determine who's got the heat?
It's like a gamble
Cause catchin us on the estate, it's a shambles
Cause we grew up playin tic and man hunt
So we know every garden, every alley, every cut-through
What garden leads to where and where to stash the ting
So fuck it was nothin, but now it's all about shottin
Get that guopin, cause you don't wanna be layin in that
[?] cause man hit you and left you [?]
And cause you're weak you hit the floor
Now you're coughin up mud
Huh, when I got shot I stayed stood
Hopped out the whip started lookin for some blood
I couldn't see none, seen a big slug in me rib
And thought, the little tit, how'd you miss
And hit the kid that you once used to chill with?
Remember when we used to spit?
Haha, niggas make me laugh
You man are backwards
That's the hood for you charlie
Man are back stabbers
The same man you grew up with
You'll end up tryna shoot, kid
I've been on me call of duty shit
In the bush I had to stoop, kid
Waitin to pop out, 10 slugs waitin to pop out
First thing in the mornin like a dirty stop-out
I've been [?] out on a KX with some latex in me back pocket
Just incase i have to straight back off it and spray vex
Astras or minis or whatever man are in
I've been runnin round barekely with the ting ready to spin it
Done, made man grab the wheel of his car and spin it
Due to me hoppin out with somethin big an lickin it
An now i'm on this music ting killin it
For liverpool, I've been spittin since I was in little school
I've always been into music
That's why the flow's so perfected
An all the real g's are straight connected
When they hear the flow I'm like some big L resurrected
But even better cause i'm not him
I'm just me, a y s t a r
An I ain't free, follow me
On insta and see what's poppin
I'm bout to set this rap ting like this rappers ain't on nothin
When it comes to flow switchin
I just do it for the real G's who still relate
Still whippin in the kitchen
Servin fiends, chip switchin, takin chase
Whip ditchin, active with the maggie or the smithin
I just do it for the n*ggas that relate listen
I bet they thought that I was gonna go missin
When I was just a little kid spittin with the smithin
An now I'm on 1 extra with the man himself charlie sloth
Fire in the booth, that's what it is, not what it isn't
Scouse boys, we're on stuff, these n*ggas ain't on nothin
They go OT for months and come back with nothin
You'll give then an O on tic and come back with nothin
N*gga why the fuck you talkin like you're shottin?
That's why i ain't got time, i'm out tryina get mine
Got 2 on the line, got studio at 5, got a show and half 7 and a date at half 9
Pf, trapped in this life of crime
I'm tryna switch it though
Start movin legit
This money's from a show constable so mind your business
I'm with some big man talkin business
About to put 'pool on the map
And i'm nowhere near finished
Charlie

Wow, man like Aystar!
What, you're so comfortable with it aswel fam!
Comfortable! what about spittin all over the mic an everythin
Ay!

Mad

Shall we get them again?

Get em again let's go let's go

[Verse 3]
It was a mad ting, had a lot of shit goin on
But now I'm back with the magic
Scouse matic, go an cop the mixtape
Make the fans fixate
The flows are a pisstake, not one of them's a mistake
I'm reppin for me city cause it's slackin for rappers
Cause most the real cats can't rap , they're just trappers
Yeah most the real cats can't rap, they're some clappers
Some real aggy kids, put the wap to your nappers
Me n*ggas are on ends daily
Phone's ringin BBM's pingin
Every one of us are slingin
Brothers thinkin that there bad until you're lettin off that wap
5 times in the street now every one of them are singin
I got shot in me back by man I used to roll with
Had me on the ends for revenge with revolvers
N*gga I told youse, give a fuck about the olders
They're some shoot an miss an hit the wrong kid, they ain't no soldiers
Where's the love gone? where's the respect?
The whole ends went to fuck that year, it was a mess
It's never been the same since too many rats got exposed
And now noone can't trust noone for shit
But the team stayed strong, yeah we stayed active
So we don't need them scumbags we get our own MAC's
Kid if it wasn't for me n*ggas lettin off that fuckin mac in that flymm, n*ggas would've been still thinkin they're grim
But no you're not grim, grim touches skin
Got a couple white kids that will put you in the bin
With [?] chop the [?]'s or pipe down with your hype talk
M charge or [?] leave you outlined in white chalk
When we roll out, whole squad will club
We'll split into groups, if it goes off you're fucked
Garry denim's got me [?] soon as he passes it you're jucked
Josh's mates got the 32 tucked
Mad ting, sad ting, if you violate the team
Got some weapons with some beams
We'll leave a hole in your windscreen
I remember runnin round with 1 sweet in the thing thinkin
Hope he ain't got a full clip when I buck him
Remember, we never even had a pot to piss in
Now we'll hit the club an spend a months wage on what we're sippin
Shut down the ting and then we're chippin
Home to bed an then the next day we hit the strip
An get it kickin, we about them pounds, that daily income
There's been a couple times I've had to eat man like dinsome
I've never been dumb, the ting's always local
One phone call I'll have the flymm singin like some vocals
I just play with these flows to make words fit
I just play with these hoes I'm a word smith
Bitches can't hack me, they say I make them mad
But it's cause I make them [?] they don't want me sharin that, haha
The magic fingers, the magic stick, bitches too greedy
Best you smoke a backwards spliff or have a drink or somethin
Comin round actin all sick, you're meant to be a woman
Now you're stuntin like some [?] act your age
And lads act your wage, don't be buyin 5 ton creps when that's all you've saved
Don't be gettin waved with like a score in your pocket
An if you make a flip don't be spendin all your profit
Charlie sloth

Oh my gosh

Fire in the booth, you know what it is, you get me, bam

Man like aystar you know!