Fire In The Booth (Part 3)

[Intro: Charlie Sloth]
You know what time it is when you hear this, right?
(Now, it's time to Rumble!)

[Verse]
I don't give a fuck about the fame, tryna' get my money long
Could've went mainstream, but I ain't no Uncle Tom
With these Glocks, man will turn you to a soul
Leave a nigga in a box likes he's working in a toll
I was in jail, dinner time eating cornflakes
(Then what?) Then I went from court dates to tour dates
If you think Ice City fell off, you must be mad
I just signed "shh", six-figures in a duffle bag
And if it ain't my weed that they flip
Then I'll lean on the strip like the codeine they sip
School days I was popular
Only if I knew back then I was playing with snakes like my Nokia
They wonder if I'm saving, told them not to worry
I ain't MC Hammer, I ain't blowing all this money
I made 50 G's this week in the trap
Bitch, I sell keys in my sleep, this ain't cap, uh
So don't go missing if you tick this pack
My nigga Bunz will take the mink off your bitch's back
This is my last one, I'm 'bout to switch to rap
And I still rep the Churches like Sister Act, uh
I got hitters so I blast off my strap
While I'm sitting in Barca with Jack
Fam, I pull up on the strip in a Lambo'
Put on a fresh outfit just to go sit in the bando
My chick says I think the world revolves around me
Can't afford to slip, I always keep revolvers 'round me
Smoke some biscotti before bedtime
I ain't open up for no one, my first show was a headline
Yeah, I'm signed but that's streams strictly
Doing donuts in my coupe's the only time I was in a 360
Can't bring them stars 'round me
Cah my troops will rob a nigga like Arsenal Fan TV, it's Nines

[Outro]
Ice City Entertainment!
You know we in the building, bitch
Got Mayfair Boys comin'
We got that Ice City shit comin' all day, we ain't stop
You understand?
Fuckin', Crabs In A Bucket, go find that shit
Skrapz Part 3, go find that shit
We here
Supervillians, go find that shit