Fire in the Booth

[Verse 1: K Koke]
Check my lifestyle, this little white child
Growing up hood, forced to live his life wild
Yeah I might smile, on occasion
But look into my eyes and see the fire blazing
My heart is aching, life got me stressed fam
Been through enough still these youts tryna test man
Yes Dan I'll squeeze if it's necessary
Please believe rude boy I'm forever ready
My head is heavy got too much thoughts
Overloading my brain still I do not talk
From young I felt pain life's not what I thought
See life's not a game, gotta watch how I walk
And watch how I talk and who I talk to
'Cah man you grew up with'll have you in the court room
'Cah friend turn to fakes, fakes turn to snakes, then the snakes hate and start talking to the jakes
Life ain't a game, life ain't the same
Fuck it I'm a ride till I got shots up in my frame
I'm shottin' in the rain
Hustlin' my name, can't tell me 'bout the struggle cause I been through the pain
Yeah my life's real, fuck what you feel
My Stonebridge man bang bang till you're killed
It's true known facts, we do hold straps
And we'll let it pop off if you wanna chat
And that's that, if a... act flash
Then I make a... run when I cock him back, mash!
Cock it back flash, watch his blood splash
If he's that, then it's that - Koke's taking man's cash
Look! I ain't perfect
I'm looking in the mirror at myself like Koke it ain't working
I'm still hurting, see the pain in my eyes
No lie the fire's still burning, the world's still turning
It's still fucked up, still beef, still gotta keep a gun tucked
I feel cursed still nuttin' but bad luck
They want me in a box carried by a black truck
So I carry cuzzy I ain't tryna act tough
I ain't proud even talking 'bout this strap stuff
I'm tryna get away, trouble's tryna catch up
Everywhere I go clowns wanna hear the strap bust
Trust, I seen life from a different vibe
Pissy stairways, crack houses and homicides
Huh, so try me fam I'm gonna ride
I fry beef, not a chief, never gonna hide
This street life's got these old peeps horrified
'Cause young G's couldn't care if tomorrow dies
Look! I've seen hell through my mother's eyes
Ain't nothing worse than when you see your mother cry
Wishes it was different, wish we had another life
Mum you done your best please don't apologise
Yeah, stop looking with those worried eyes
We're gonna make it, we have to, I promised Kai
For my princess

[Verse 2: K Koke]
The first day I met my hoe never felt better bro
Made my dick hard, in the park is where I let her blow
I let her know, she's the one that I love
I got her on the roads by my side in the clubs
It's love and I knew it from the start
I never feel safe when me and her's apart like
Rah! She really got me sprung
She got me cooking beef and you know she's having some
My mum don't like her, she can't stay in my drum
If I was without her, my life would be done
Plus she helps me eat when I'm in need of some funds
She's the main reason I'm the G I've become
She goes hood to hood she's well known in the slums
I love her and I need her so I squeeze her for fun
You know it cuts me deep, whenever she is gone
You need a girl like mine if you live where I'm from
I like the strong hoes, pretty with a long nose
She gets gritty always wit' me when I'm on road
So I like to spoil her, rub her down and oil her
She don't fuck with punks 'cause they seem to avoid her
She's thuggish, she only fucks with thugs
She don't want my DNA so when we fuck I wear my gloves
Like trust, she's mine and I'm proud
I got the type of girl who'll have your head up in the clouds
I love it when we bang bang, I make her scream loud
She goes round after round, she makes sound after sound
I could beat her standing up or lying on the ground
There's always excitement whenever she's around
For her I'm a fiend if you know what I mean
Before we hit the roads she likes to go in my jeans
She likes to roll with the team
Pretty little thing that'll make you roll for the cream
Look, look! So check this when she's gone I get restless
'Cause I need her and I want a new necklace
And she gets me what I want no exceptions

[Verse 3: K Koke]
You pricks are pissing in the wind
If you think I'm gonna back down
I'd rather grab my pistol and bang out
I'm official with the pistol, man down
Thirty goons came to Bridge and ran out
I had to tell my youngers, stand down
These pricks didn't bring sticks, they brought planks out
How you gonna bring wood to a gun fight?
And get run up out the hood, dumb guys
Internet murderers with no burner
My younger slap the ting like Ike Turner
Don't you know we eat beef like a nice burger
Big Mac with extra cheese'll get your lights turned out
So it's best you turn your life around
Or end up with your guys in the ground
I'm fed up with this messing about
It's about time we brought this weaponry out

[Verse 4: K Koke]
I really struggle you don't know fam
See a young face, with the eyes, of a old man
To try and stay alive, is the programme
Probably won't survive in this life, if we don't bang
Got nothing but love for my whole gang
Please release my thugs from that coke can
We'd probably all be broke if we don't slang
That's why I'm shotting coke on the roads fam
F' the jokes, no jokes you don't know man
Provoke man, hold slugs and we hold man
F' swords we bang guns this ain't Conan
But in jail, get a knife, in your throat fam
We all bleed that's the slogan
Slugs will tear through your vest like Hogan
I'm not impressed, I'm depressed 'cause I hold grams
So I slow dance with my gun to some slow jams
Yeah get it in, bag grams and start pebbling, peddle it
Rob man for their grands and their box of sniff
The Glock bangs if a man tries to touch my shit
Like, what fam? Don't you know who you're fucking with?
Swag got me OT, got your bitch sucking dick
Money got 'em looking funny and I'm fucking loving it
F' looking bummy these man are on some other shit
These man are tryna cover it
Ain't saying that I'm rich, 'cause I'm not, but I hustle kid
Slow dough is better than no dough believe that
Solo, run up in his home bro and eat stacks
I need that I got a princess to feed fam
So when my dough's low we run up on the weed man
I pull my gun, for the P's fam
Get it anyway all day in the streets, damn!