Fire In the Booth

[Intro]
Small Heath
Birmingham
Invasion Alert
Rest in peace my brudda' Depzman, 2Real
Large up Charlie Sloth, fire in the booth
Madting
YO
Shoutout to all the man back home
Some real shit

[Song 1]
Yo
Yo my little bro
I hope you're doing well
What I'm going through is hell
And it don't seem real
And I can't hold it to myself
Yeah I'm sipping on a drink
And [CENSORED]
We gon' smoke it to the clouds
And just pray for the best, I can't keep doing tunes
I'm thinking about all the things that we used to do
That's why I find comfort in smoking weed in your room
I hope you don't feel all alone, cuz' I'ma be with you soon bro
I miss you too much blud, their ain't been a tag team like us since
The Legion of Doom
Wish it was 3,2,1 and blast me to the moon
I'm grieving, don't ask me when I'm releasing a tune
Cuz' i just lost my best friend
The realest of bredrins
2real try tell me that we wasn't destined
Or making our mums proud
I even stopped chilling with the wrong crowd
I wanna quit this music cause' it's long now
And any wrong how nuff' man never helped ya
These times [CENSORED] grams on about cha
But you never got to do it
Alcohol has got me through it
All this skunk that I've been smoking
I've been drunk for a month
And i ain't gassing, i ain't gassing, I ain't ever lied
And for the man that done it blud, I hope you're feeling terrified
My boys loved Depz
Small Heath had to ride
Black tick certified
Blue tick verified
God damn where was I?
Now i ain't scared to die
Thinkin' bout' death and how am I prepared for mine
Bury me a g, when they put me in the sky
My heart bleeds, every time your mommy looks me in the eyes fammo
And that's pure love, not embarrassment
Shoulders still bruised from when we had to carry him
There's no comparison
Doing this for my mum
Doing this for Alison
I'm doing this for all of yous
I'm doing this for Rea
Yeah, I'm doing it for Lou
I ain't doing this for me
Fam, I'm doing this for you
I'ma do, I'ma do, till it can't be done
Yeah your spirits still here, but your heart beats gone
I know he felt safe, when I was by him
Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying
Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here
Wish that i could shed a tear
Took a trip up to a pier
Just so that i could disappear
Real talk
Shout out to my brudda' Rosay
Flew me out the country, just so we could chill the whole day
No way, I'd be lying, if i said I'm okay
And that's why on Friday's I try my best to go pray
Yeah, I know I'm a hypocrite
At least I'd admit to it
Say they know how I feel
No not a little bit
Whole bottles empty
It started with a little sip
Head starts spinning, anytime I think of it
Cream, you was only 18
You was having up the scene
Now you're gone, how you mean?
Ima do this for the team
This ended as a nightmare
But it started as a dream
Yeah, your dream, our dream
Feels like i'm dreaming
You wanna know why I'm here, then 2Real's the reason
Yeah, 2Real, who real
All i know is you real
If no one had my back then I always knew that you will
I'll see you in the new world
Wait for me in paradise
People seeking fame off your name the little parasites
On a bag of hype
Blud it sends me mad at night
Trynna' cause trouble on the road So i can have a fight
Going mad, I need help
Panicking I freak out
Walking up and down
Blud I've ended up in B12, We got [CENSORED] in green house, my head lights are on cause it's dark in front of me now
Inside I've had enough, but outside I'm acting tough
Cherish all the memories, in Amsterdam and Magaluf
Yeah, we was meant to this together
Without your strength and support, I can't do this my bredda
Cuz you're still that guy
Yeah, you're still that fly
I'm still smoking, till I shouldn't feel that high
Yeah you're still the same
You still killed the game
Just another young nigga that was filled with pain
And it's a shame
And as long as i'm alive, I'm gonna carry out your name, till i see you again
My brudda, Depzman rest in peace fam

[Interlude]
Hooligan out 2014 that's my album
Big up all my mandem
Big up D2, big up Yaseen
Big up the Small Heath mandem
Trust me, every time big up Charlie once again, fire in the booth
Big opportunity, ya danno
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Check it

[Song 2]
Let me upon my mind and release some tensions
In beef i don't leave my bredrins
Trynna' go hard for the next 10 years so when i'm old I don't need my pension
HMP you better free my henchmen
Role true, fam I need my entrance
Don't like going on twitter no more
Cuz depz's name's all I see in my mentions
Fam i can't cope with it
Yeah, i miss them times I smoke with him
Or link up and buss two joke with him
Now i'm upset and i can't hold it in
He was a younger me
I was an older him
Bout a month that I ain't been sober in
Na I don't wanna do this music ting
But this music ting is what i owe to him
I could quit music, but i probably won't help
I can't be out here, feeling sorry for my self
Need to provide for the ones that I ride for
Don't wanna watch no Corrie in a cell
Did this ting, yeah we did it by ourselves
From the road trips, to the studios
All those times we was chilling in my house
Those times are the times, that I'm thinking about
Yeah, I'm lost without you
And it feels like i can't be a boss without you
Road to success in front of my face
And it feels like I can't walk across without you
Having flashbacks about that night thinking why couldn't that doctor help you?
Yeah, it's mad how things change
Trust me it's insane
If i never done music
I'm trynna think where I'd be right now
Probably on the road, where drugs get sold
Watching my back when I leave my house
On the roads you don't know who to trust
But in this music ting i'm due to bust
So don't ever try get rude to us
What you think I'm a prick cause I spray bars?
My bredrins inside on a ten stretch
And I'm pissed cause I was on the same charge
Yeah, so don't talk bad if you ain't' hard
I'm getting all stressed cause Lee's in there
I'm trynna get rich, when he's in there
When he comes out, he's nice
Jesus Christ
I need to hold up things and make sure everything'll be just right
Yeah, I'm standing alone
Working so I won't answer my phone
Yeah I'm bad to the bone
Thinking your bad cause' your bredrins there
But there's no-one there when you're [CENSORED] on your own
Yeah' i'm standing alone
Them little boys can't stand on my throne you're mad
If I get shot or stabbed tomorrow
Then who's gonna look after your dad
Real talk
Cause' I only say what I live
Take a seat, get down with my history
My old man never showed me love, that's the reason why he don't mean shit to me
Gotta succeed with life, I'll rub it in his face all smug face with victory
Don't know whats written in the book no more
So the rest of my life is a mystery
Yo, when will it stop?
I miss them days getting sent to the shop
I was walking around, not a care in the world
But these days now I'm repenting to God
A few years back, I was sending a lot
Now man will get aired like a vent in a crop
Nuff man try glamourise this life
But try glamourise when your friends in a box
Yo, when will it stop?
Yeah I've got nuff bredrins locked down getting sent down to the block
I don't wanna live that life
So I grip that mic
Yo fuck am I shotting out 10's on the block
Fuck am I shotting out eights to the kids
Yo we need to change these ways that we live
Don't you want a house?
Don't you want a business?
Yo I'm gonna stop taking the piss
Cause not long ago I was low on p's getting bored of the mic
Two two's now I'm a lord of the mic
Give me a time and a place
Right by your estate
If you try violate then of course I'ma fight
Sick of these yutes getting caught in a hype
Whatever happened to a good old straightener nowadays it's only swords or a knife
Or a strap or a tool
Please stop acting a fool
There's no-one there when your backs to a wall
I'ma tell these yutes get back to your school
Go and get your grades
Yutes in my ends, I'ma set the pace
You don't know about life
I've been stressed for days
Story, I'ma write an extra page
I get zoned out when I bless my haze
You know why, these days I've been thinking loads
Probably the reason I'm drinking loads
Yeah I've got real big things to accomplish
But I don't seem to close if I'm honest
I'ma keep on trying
Active ain't no time for a lie in
Wastemans send and I ain't replying
Cause I don't wanna go pen, i'll fry him
Yeah I'm growing up now
Invasion alert we're blowing up now
If a man wants it, I'll show him up now
When will it stop?
My team will be the next to the top
So stop hating
Foot to the pedal but we're not racing
Trynna get rich, but the blocks raving
When will it stop?
My team will be the next to the top
Tell a man a leng is there
Man are thinking they're bad cause they're hench and stare
Fam I don't care if you're benching bare
Man still get left in intensive care
Allow the vex up
Get a left hook
And that's it all ended there
If my name comes out of your mouth
Then after that, that's extended air
Yeah, yeah I'ma fuck this up, and make them wish that the beat ended there
Man saw me on lord of the mics, but they wish my career got ended there
Lowe that, man can't end this bre
Bare man don't want us to clock on
So they try indirecting yeah
Them man are indisending bare
Take your food to my ends and share
With my real niggas that make ends meat
They will ride out when it gets peak
On a mad ting ya can't test me, test who?
Test me, 2Real that's Depz g
Riding round with my older dawgs in that X6 no X3
And I still rap
Still trap
Still out here trynna see a mill stack
Still riding out with the ill pack, and all of my mandem will back
Wellbeck like Man U
But even you know that mans due
Want piff I'll bring coupla grams through
I'm gunna blow
There ain't' nothing you can do
2Real
Fire in the booth