Fire In The Booth

Part 1

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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 thе pigs, that's dumb
On the frontline doing up a madness, sticking up youts for a iPhonе 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

[Outro]
Charlie, yeah, they know what it is

Part 2

[Intro]
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

[Verse]
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...

[Outro]
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?