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