Fire in the Booth

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey] Yo, listen, look What does MTP stand for? It stands for mind your damn business Kill off the scene, bare man are on my hitlist Any man tryna watch man, that's a witness Cock back .44, kill off the witness Gym don't work against guns It's not fun I don't fear nobodies fitness I got a don with a strap near Ipswich I put grime back into that grime I spit about what I want and what I like And I'm born to trap Trap on the bus, trap in a car On a quadbike, or a trike Like Chimz said I got a young 'ting and she's on 'tings Body bom 'ting with a tongue ring Probably have my food up in her Louis if I asked her And probably take that food to a brudda if her don rings AJ T fam I move like Sasuke I keep pulling down weights like back day Yats mac Trace' but they didn’t wanna mac Ché Ops chatty but I'm soon gonna catch day And ops chatting but I'm still gonna catch them Get a riddim and I start spitting like a Mac 10 Not with the women that was chilling in the crack den I put a pack down then a pack went Did you hear AJ got shanked? Did you hear AJ don't write his own bars? Have you heard my man? He's wack He spits the same flow every time he does a track Half white, but he acts so black He can't be active because his hair's in curls And he's stush because he don't follow back I heard he's got a small dick and he's never in the trap Well, I never got shanked, I do the shanking I write other man's bars and I get the thanks in I'm wack? PRS says otherwise Off of performances, man have got banks in I'm not black or white, I'm both And I've got curls, and I just do and that's life I don't follow back 'cause you're wet And girls hold my chest because they can't take the whole of the pipe That's facts PK's back and he's got a black Mac And you know say that he's gonna tap that Mac MC's chat about man get splashed Pull up on the set and let the skeng throw crashed You could be a grime older in the scene if you're talking of madness skengs forget crash Treat the pussy like the decks man pulling on If it gets mad I'm pulling that back Mia Malkova—if you know what I'm on about, you're a loner High-level bars, high level like stoner Lightweight guys can't drink a Corona Nah, one Corona they're drunk On one, man's spinning around all slumped These lightweights they can never get pumped I'm too light skin, I could never get dumped Stop chatting 'cause we got that pump Bruddas are bound to get dumped Pile up bodies all over that drum Hear what I said, I ain't speaking in tongues He's not real nah, he's an actor Took man's chick with the winning factor Done one line and that's still my style 'Cause the hood girls strong like Cleopatra [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] White girl, Angelina Jolie Sitting in the car, my 'dargies blow weed Start with a Q, then dance the Oz Peng 'ting off the 'ish she banged the whole G Nah, nah, nah, can't step to my team Trinidad boy that's TNT I've seen a real skengman sitting on a porch Shotgun and White T It ain't nothing for a nigga to holla my uncle Tell him come down with an OG When I say OG, I don't mean Jendor or Ruger or Little D, Blacks or P I mean the buck shot with a gats in his jeans that will fly too quick Gats in his jeans Call up the squad, MTP, and tell them 'bout beef, family, it's peak [Refrain: Charlie Sloth & AJ Tracey] Oi, man like AJ, though, ay! Just getting started, trust me, trust me Yeah, run the next for me, Charlie Alright, let's go straight in, fam [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] Yeah, something different for them Classic riddims, you feel me? Hm, let me give them some realness Yo' Look, they said AJ couldn't make it My teachers said I couldn't make it My year group said I couldn't make it My old fam said I couldn't make it Did the 1Xtra, rah is he gonna make it? 100k, Naila, is he gonna make it? Grabbed the blue tick, rah is he gonna make it? Linked with Mr Sloth rah is he gonna make it? Jumped off the roads 'cause my Mum couldn't take it Your chain man, couldn't say I couldn't take it I get booked all over the world And my PRS shits on your Mum and Dad's pay slips I rep West, came in the game for the title And trust me darg I'm gonna take it That lock holding me down, I'm gonna break it A stigma, just 'cause I'm brown, I'm gonna shake it See I got a lot of negative bars 'cause I lived it But see the violence? Man hate it I don't want to do no damage, I want vibes But irk one of my guys my brudda, I'll take it Take it there like LD Came to the game alone with no help, b Learned that I should never watch, no face So I only wanna look at myself just like selfies Like Zuu I want my family healthy Team wealthy and my movement stealthy I got links in the South, in the Brick town But you know I'm reppin the Western like LB Wait, reppin' the Western like Haile Came through shots in the game just like Spike Lee You can't sleep on me, I'm like petrol Full of Red Bull, the riddims they ignite me They're like, AJ he's a right G Told the Queen 'cause of my flow to come knight me Joker, me don't want box so don't fight b Double nine to the four I rep nineties Wait, but I don't wear no Max 90's, 98's 95's, Air 1's, studio give me the instru', I'll tear one Big man, hand me the mic and I'll air one Rick Ross girls, might pair one Next one in the bed and we'll share one Came through all in the scene I shine bright MC's look at me go, I might flair one Hulk Hogan, you're Ric Flair I was, cruising now I switch gears See them nose covered in pink My brothers made bare E, well E Write but never eat rare grand mixer Mixer, said just 'low all the beef Your flows tight, my delivery's clear I could make money, it's cool I'm gonna go clear If I beef nigga, then dons my energy's shared It is not that, saw Moncler I wanted so I copped that Bare man are in it for themselves and I clocked that Them man are out there holding felines for their bredrin's bars Dem man are all top cats My boy Frenchie is hooked on the poison But he ain't even worried about nothin' Man I popped that I like my liquor with a kick like Ong-Bak Bad bitch using bare teeth, told her stop that And in the music biz, I'm new to this Lifestyle's Ludacris Got my cousin in the US with the smoothest whip And if my hood gets bait, I'ma move to his I grab papers, but I don't do the quiz I got bruddas that can boom your wig I'm out here in the booth it's sick I used to chill in the flats just fiends, just spoons and shit My mum used to grind for my school shoes Now I just step in exclusive kicks I tried out a ting on a student ting But I'm a music kid and I'm new to this [Bridge: AJ Tracey] Feel me? Last one, we got one more for them man [Drake - Summer Sixteen] [Verse 3: AJ Tracey] See I came too hard Pendant bright like the top of the shard Came to the club with a couple bags cash If I spend it then I'm gonna swipe my card Foreplay niggas tryna bite man hard Allow it, I'm just tryna buy my yard Couple fast cars with a place in the sun And a home cinema I can hide my marge But I'm having visions and I'm overly charged Whole gang waved like the water in Prague Left hand on a full bottle of Courvoss And my right hand's chilling on a peng 'ting's arse PSG tracksuit cos' I got class Tell them fiends they can save P's if they grab big bits Come and grab a Z or a half My grip tight, loose grip on the glass El Shaarawy man skip, then blast Don't even smoke but when the Am lands I'ma puff, then pass Got a grey yute that will lift his clart No smoke then I let the pokies start I'm really on call Got T's like Uniqlo, green like Yoshi's car AJ T, I'm bosey boss I remember my nan said I was too loud Now she says that I'm way too fast Fast with the girls and I'm fast in the dance Shutdown shows like Windows Then I get paid in doss AJ from the lane, man have got wha-? AJ from the lane, man have got bars No license still cranked in the car Big hand 'tings, fam no shanks in the car Now I'm in the back of the rave Gyaldem tryna get a glance of my face Tapping mates like I swear that's AJ from the Lane How we gonna get a quick pic for the Insta His team's looking like Inter Fly like the wings on a plane What they say so clear like the bling on the chain She was buff on the Insta What a shame she's a sham so I'm gonna make her sing for the pain, it's bubbly Brudda I'm an Ace of the Spades King of the Lane and a Prince of the game Money over everything I get to smoke weight Do you get me? It's crystal clear what I say Got a model from a magazine Little sticker, whines too much but I'm never gonna lick her I ain't drunk in love and I'm never gonna lick her 'Cause I got bare girls tyrna jump at the nigga One love if you shouted When I was jugging one love if you shouted I always knew I had the gift of the gab So I got my stack right I put my money where my mouth is