Fire in the Booth

[Instrumental 1]
Hid in the bits when I was sick of this shit
Pull up at Stu's, spit it and dip
Into the mist like I didn't exist
Got out the mix like man is in a whisk
In the ill ride, sick as hell whip
City lights as we're hitting the bridge
The bridge I couldn't burn and the city made me learn
What my mother couldn't
And she better than any other woman
Touch ends, I pull up in pull-ins
Me and the ends have an affair that two lovers couldn't
Wooly raised me, crazy, you couldn't change me
But how'd the ends take Mo? He was a baby
Give a baby toast and he'll bake beans
I know I made me do something that ain't me
Now, I blaze weed, thinking about the days we'd
Kick ball and play end-to-end in Paisley
I just go wherever the pen takes me
Whenever the rain wakes me, it aches me
To see how some of these pricks paint me, faintly, 'cause
You never knew me

[Instrumental 2]
I said I'm baking off with the bacons-ons
I don't deal with no paigons-ons
Wooly Road where they made me in
I broke out, no more breaking in
I'm in the background, blending in
Shades on and a vengeance grin
With my goonies, all gremlinned off
Remember us from that bendy bus?
These niggas wanna act all tough?
Remember when we used to send 'em shop
Wrong way down the one-way
They look at us and think "one day..."
Packed off on a Sunday
I'm baking off with a one bae
I said I'm baking off with a bake-
I said I'm- huh?
I said I hit the strip
With a Dragon Stout, let's get it yopping
Quick ting
She got a man around but she's watching
I could draw, I'm smoking good draw
So it's a long ting
Double-wrap the good draw, that's the kush score
In a long cling
I got my head on Ps, still M-O-B
Man, that girl means nothing
I hit the cemetry, pour some Hennessy
Heaven or hell, I love 'em
We all sinners though
Sometimes you gotta lose, we all winners though
London City's cold
But when you're hitting go, she looks pre-
And it's supposed to be summer
But there's rain on my window, sun in the slumber
Quick, take my number
Give me a call when you're feeling under
The weather
Lightning and thunder
She give me the eye
So I'm Steph with a jumper
Slept through [?] hunger
I was wiser and younger
Now I'm lighting that punk up
Lens on my shades black like my lungs are
Light up that bumba
The ends raised a monster
All I know is run it up
Silk shirt and I never done it up
Beer belly but I tell 'em it's a money gut
It's young JJ in the fucking cut
Ayy, it's young JJ in the fucking cut