Fire in the Booth (Part 2)

[Intro]
You get me
AJ Tracey in the building
You know what it is
Charlie Sloth
West London settings
MTP settings
Ladbroke Grove stand up
Secure the Bag out now
Go check that
You get me
Listen, yo, listen

[Verse 1]
Ladbroke Grove is where it gets tekky
Man get touched by the mash or the (censored)
Yeah, I'll fuck your chick on (censored) come petty
Send that home and she won't get petty
Send that home and she won't get cabbed, that's long
Mashed that ting with my backpack on
Blew out her back cos her wap's too strong
MTP that's (censored) to the world
You're a victim, can't handle your girl
You're big man, don't ask what I co
Ask what teeth did I cop for the sheen?
Cos I picked up a ben and got a nine bar free
These times I was out lurking with D
Sold a couple raps and I schemed on the green
Back then you could never vote for your beef
I would open your bean
Yeah, flow too mean
That girl healthy, put her on the team
Works out and I give her vitamin D
She just wanna keep letting off for a G
Back then rayjo man had beef
Big bro said don't use that yank
But I used the yank and it flipped on me
I got one but I should have got (three)
Career to lose or not, man's active
Leave paigon boys wrapped in plastic
Don't tell me about I never jumped
I made your mum's and dad's wages backflip
In the rave, threw balls at cats, no animal abuse
Ladbroke Grove, after local youts
Man needs Ps, eat peels and fruits
Look, can't get twos
Uh, you can't get no half
Pengting rid the dick with such class
30kg, that back is large
Squats on, check her calf
Me and the team, we don't need no staff
Critical hit, no chance to revive
Shoutout my ninja team, we too buff
Check this, shows in Bath
Shows in Bristol, Manchester and Derbz
I just came back from touring down under
Ets did outlook, Big Zuu in Prague
I did Tokyo and Shanghai
Too many planes, mans too fly
South Korea, man built that vibe
L.A. all dun kno that's my tribe
New York, Denver, D.C
Mandem in Greece saw youts get greasy
I put honey down my T
Sold my choke back, that's too squeezy
I was in Russia with the boots on
Spain, Lisbon Square, no crouton
Amsterdam, there's no futon
Paris nights my spikes Louboutin
Uh, and I done a million things, fuck an ad-lib
You said you always back your ting first but we jumped out and you never backed it
Bars, them man can't back it
Flow, them man can't back it
Scene, them man can't back it
Yeah, them man can't hack it
Trust me, you know what it is

[Verse 2]
Horsepower and a bandana, coming like a cowboy movie
See, my opps all wanna get equal cos their girlfriends wanna do me
See, the brother to my left might pop one cos we live life unruly
And the girl to my right's from Trinidad, speaks in Spanish but coolly
Enough pengtings get splash up
I was doing things with the cling way back and you broke brothers trying to play catch-up
Showed the young G about money, now he's running around the ends with his mates all gassed up
Thirty man deep at a show, see me in a Green Room, everyone packed up
Listen, Jinchuriki, cos I got a beast inside MCs think that I can't ride
I still back the knife (censored) Tell a dumb yat
She's too nice, I wanna bad gyal
I ain't got time for a wife, no disstracks
I done one then buried man in the sand tomb like Gaara
Can't play around with a five-star bar
I've got cute flows like that peng ting Tara
Shout out Tara, but she's jarring
London movie, guess who's starring
Pull up at a show like 'Guess who's sparring'
Fucking us up (censored) this shit and I'll beast like Tarquin
Them man are moaning, guess who's laughing
MTP for them, we'll start clarting
Big kutchback, no drifting, no rah
Big kutchback, no drifting, no clarting
You ain't in the prem, big man you're an amateur
Earth style, man I push trees like Madara
I grew up with all the grey youts
I was the only yellow kid on the field; Kagawa
Turned it to a set, made it hot; Panama
Fuck your mum and the son; Pamela
Bare girls in my Genjutsu
Dream girls wanna cuff, life wanna shatter ya
That's not your girl, everybody's had a go
Born into the beef like Naruto
Us man are dusting like Bellerin
You man are all playing catch-up
Them man there, rudeboy, they're all slow
Left the food, it's finito
And I had the cat inside like Yugito
Ramsey; wrap man up like burrito
Ramsey; wrap man up like burrito!

[Verse 3]
I've been on from one-day
Pull up to the party with a ting called Sade
You know, see me be the first man up in the 'nani
Running through these yatties, dropping the shoulder like Armani
My new crib be a honey
West London, us niggas stay getting money
Stay getting honeys, playboy bunnies
Knowledge in my head, that's that blessing from my mummy
Cos I do this music ting so now they think I'm a dummie
But it's seven days in LA, sitting with my mexicano yattie, playing reggae
I don't even smoke but I'm billing up a zeggae
Sitting on the tour bus, teeth like a walrus
Smashed bros melee, you could meet me at the function
Nike boy, best dressed rapper out in London
My auntie said I'm always faded, how is it I function?
Still up with my hitters doing check-ups at the junction
Fuck a piggy's truncheon, West London legend
Olders moving sour, man they looking like some lemons
Only 23, I need my money like the Beckhams
Going hyper mode because my mum deserves the heavens
Leaning with my sevens
Big batty yattie, shake her arse and make the earth shake
When I do shows, I touch the mic and watch the earth shake
Used to holla courtney, chopping, moving serve cake
Born seller, I could make a come-up off the worst flake
They wanna know everything about me now I've turned bae
March 4th 1994, that's my birthday
Che Moran, leader of the gang, that's my birth name
Money, that's my birthright, tryna dodge the birthrate
You not hot, anything you drop, that's the worst tape
On my block, and I millie rock, man are first-rate
On the block, and I millie rock, man are first-rate
You ain't hot, anything you drop, that's the worst tape