Fire in the Booth "No Borders" Special

[Part I] [Verse 1: Koba LaD & Headie One] Hey Eh, eh Alors, yes bébé, alors, oh Yes bébé, alors, il reste d'la zipette près du port J'ressors de showcase, j'ai trente fois l'salaire de ta pute Fonce-dé au boum-boum avec P, ça tire ta feumeu au laser Glocké, j'reste peace, j'fais tomber kichta dans la caisse (Yo, turn, yo) This Lamborghini got a two seats (Woo) I'm speedin' 'round and I'm in Dubee (Woo) Monogram print, I can't see through the Louis She can't get to know the true me Bro from South got a pack for a works and I told him to introduce me He wanna phone me when it's time to war, but when it's bread, he won't include me C'est comme ça, c'est un choix de vie, souvent obligé d'te mentir Même si j'voulais, j'peux pas tout dire, même si j'voulais, j'peux pas tout dire Même si ça va, qu'nous deux c'est cool, à la longue, moi ça va m'lasser Donc je compte, j'recompte des sous et je regarde le temps passer (Turn, yo) You see me in Paris, I'm faded, I feel like I'm Little Boosie This bad B think that I made it, I ain't tryna bring all my goons in Yo, I wanna pull up to Tape, I wish I could bring all my boots in Uh, on Broadwater estate, the police wanna be a nuisance [Chorus: Koba LaD & Headie One] Harbat selek, condés (Turn, turn, turn) Une hasba d'litrons, bénef' (Turn, turn, they told me turn) Faut qu'j'serre bien ma ceinture ou à cause de Glock, le jean va tomber (Suh, suh-suh-suh, turn up, turn up) [Verse 2: Chivv] [?] doet z'n best, uh Bless 'em, ik geef 'm een fooitje M'n paps zit te lang in de prison of spang bij de bank en ik laat het ontdooien Ze kijken naar mij en ze willen destroyen, proberen m'n doelen te stoppen, net Neuer Jij joint de andere kant in de hoop dat de andere kant je gaat joinen Ben met je bitch en ik ben niet eens pooier [?], doe haar in de sauna Shawty weet niet hoeveel geld ik bezit, nee, ze voelt het gewoon aan m'n aura Manager belt mij, hij wil voor me storten, maar ik ben op stacken, dus ik zeg 'm: "Hou maar" Ik kon allang zijn waar ik ben, maar moet zorgen dat ik niet dezelfde fout maak [Chorus: Koba LaD, Chivv & Headie One] Harbat selek, condés (Woeh, shit) Une hasba d'litrons, bénef' (Glah, glah, glah, glah) Faut qu'j'serre bien ma ceinture ou à cause de Glock, le jean va tomber (Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn up) [Outro: Charlie Sloth] Okay Ayy, that's how we're startin' tings proper out here Some international business, you hear what I'm sayin'? Keepin' it proper out here, mate And we just warmin' up [Part II] [Intro: Charlie Sloth & Koba LaD] Okay, round two (Wow, wow, wow) Woo (M1OnTheBeat) Let's get it, bro [Verse 1: Pajel] Ey, ey, ey Zehn von zehn Brüdern zu echt, heh Neun von zehn Brüdern sind da, ah Und meine Feelings sind dead, heh Weil ich nie Liebe bekam, ey Niggas bewaffnet mit TECs, heh Nicht nur die Messer sind scharf, ah Alle Gesichter verdeckt, heh Weil Bullen kennen die Nam'n Egal, was sie sagen, ey Nein, es gibt keine Liebe, ey Demons, sie flüstern mir täglich in mein Ohr Ja, ich seh' sie im Spiegel, ey Ja, my nigga, sind täglich depressed, heh Weil ich die Schmerzen so mag, ah Und deshalb holen wir jetzt, hm Was von uns keiner bekam, ja Ey, Feelings dead, nein, ich fühl' mich lost Zu viele ging'n hops, keine Minijobs Viel zu viele Gs und zu wenig Cops Hah, Roli-Watch, Diamanten-Rocks Springe aus dem Balkon, wenn es wieder klopft Im Hosenbund 'ne scharfe Millimeter-Glock Stellen uns vor jeden, knien nur vor Gott Mich liebt der Block, ich lieb' den Block Ah, viele tot, doch ich weine nicht Denn auch mir geht es schlecht, doch ich zeig' es nicht Ah, weil ein Mann in mein'n Augen, der Bizzy mit Liebe vertauscht, einfach peinlich ist, heh Und ich kann niemand trauen, der Karten mit Liebe vertuscht, also eigentlich, heh Kann ich niemanden trauen, der nicht mit 'ner Maske rumläuft, zeigen kein Gesicht, ah Kein Vertrau'n Zu all den Fotzen, deshalb bleibe ich alone Wahre Liebe wird es niemals geben, also nicht mit einer Thottie, heute stell' ich lieber alles über Hoes Ah, für die Bros Denn nur sie, Mann, können uns sagen, wir sind close Lügt mir in die Fresse, ja, sie redet mir von Liebe Alles Shows, Baby, sag mir, würdst du bleiben, bin ich broke? Ey, sie will nur Sonne wie Hollywood, ey Gucke dir tief in die Waffe und greif' nach der Waffe wie'n [?] Die kleine Bitch fragt nach mei'm Bodycount Ich lasse sie dann an mei'm Body kau'n Und Bitch-Niggas reden von Packets, sie woll'n sich nicht messen, ich schicke dein'n Body hoch, ey [Interlude: Yasin] Ey, Stockholm, Sweden, pow Ey, ey, ey [Verse 2: Yasin] Jag vissla från cellen, det ingen som svarar, avdelningen är död Nyss jag kom ifrån arren, brottsplatsen är fortfarande röd Min grabb, han är på sin demon time, sa till han, "Du har mitt fulla stöd, kör" Vart än vi går, vi ställer till med en scen, scen, scen Fint folk kommer alltid försent, jag är snart vid entrén, säg till väktarna, "Öppna" Fem anstalter på mindre än ett år Min sverigeturné den har redan— Nordvästra Stockholm, skottdrama, folk här, de är skjutglada Minns du när man gjorde hans bil till en skjutbana? Nu han springer runt påtänd Med en rostig pistol, han vill utmana Studiovan, det ingen ny vana Jag har en Mastercard, redo betala Kom, vi går fingerpulla kortläsaren i Prada Sponsorer inte sponsrade, musikvideorna är påkostade En klocka upp för de som kå-kåkade, bam, bam [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One] Yes Come on, know they miss Charlie, man Ayy, we out here, bro, we ain't messin' about today All over Europe, man We in Paris right now My guys in the buildin', you know, compilation, you know What? Tape comin' this week Headie, yeah? Come on, ASAP, ASAP Man gettin' hot in here, have to back off the jacket Gettin' hot in here, bruv, aight We ain't done yet [Part III] [Intro: Headie One, Pajel & Charlie Sloth] My guy, Pajel Can't be us, it's crazy M1OnTheBeat My brudda, you know Ayy Let's get 'em, bro Ay [Verse 1: Pajel] [?] [Interlude: Charlie Sloth & Headie One] Okay Keep it runnin' Charlie, keep it runnin' Ayy, you gonna go? You gonna go? Yeah, I'm gonna go crazy, let's go, yo Get 'em, Headie Turn (Fuckin' hell), yo, yo [Verse 2: Headie One] Came in the scene with a mainstream bootin' Didn't wanna end up famous An opp boy ran up to bine and slept in O, now we still gotta praise his braveness They beefin' babies, the ambulance took him away in a manger The bores that I pushed in Scotland, I could be playin' for Rangers The workers dem needed the payment I'm Liam Neeson if the pack got taken And now we're sleepin', it's a nightshift, dayshift Had to to reason if a man touched flavours Yo, I said the little bro's run down shh and they gotta make that an anthem Don't know why they gotta free big A, he got recalled, he got shaved by the mandem [Outro: Charlie Sloth] I see you, Headie First time it's been done The best rappers from all around Europe in one place Hardest out here, right now And we ain't done yet, we ain't done [Part IV] [Intro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One] Woo (Yo, know the vibe), jheeze Feel special right now (M1OnTheBeat) You ain't seen this before Yo, turn Ayy, take up the Church, Headie [Verse 1: Headie One & Dezzie] Grew in my seabass, grew in my salmon Uptown, I pulled up with a Ghost, I'm feelin' like Angelina Valdes (You know) This bad B got it on bank, she don't need no allowance (Uh-uh) See me jewelled up in a casual day, that's minimum sixty thousand (Yeah) Shorty don't wanna do nothin' today, take some selfies and sit there poutin' Diamonds dancin', all you see is water (Water) You ain't gotta go Prada and bat man (No) I like my shorty natural, I ain't gotta tell her to mind the Calvin's I'm at home sippin' Magnum's, I need me a hundred racks in Altham I ain't smokin' my friend when I say I put arms on gangnem (No) How you think shh got set alight when you done him just like a lantern? (Bo-bo) Yo, bro just scored, Geronimo, now he wanna eat at Amazonico with a hand ting with the longest nose Longer than Pinocchio (Uh, uh) Yo, extreme opposites in my portfolio 'cah we really bring BRIT awards Ever seen a crack fiend overdose? You ever been in curfew time tryna whip it up and go your home? Twenty-one seconds to go, I'm still tryna' get it all done like Romeo [Verse 2: Dezzie] Ayy, right now, I'm in Pari' Bro just phone for the ends, they were talkin' 'bout shh then he got turned Cali' G Lock field up to the brim, doin' laps 'round like we're in Lee Valley Got my jewels shinin' in the trenches, posted with that big fat swammy D-T-B, I'm old-school like Nani We still take to the park and test them I ain't got time impress them Side-by-side in the ride with my best friend Can't forget Ramz, always tryna go kweff them F them, I'll cheff them They love talk on my name, God bless them Probably my diamond wrist that stressed them Yo, two man, four shanks, only big boy tanks When I'm on them sides, hella man do planks I ain't pullin' no stunts, live corn, no blanks When shush got—, it was more than bants I had a hood bitch just like Ms Banks, she kept my grub safe, so I gotta give thanks They say I can't mix pleasure with business, but I'll still slip my D through her— Mention my name, then you better have fifty Sorry, I hit his habibti D2B, man done it so swiftly You ain't made a .9 bell go so quickly Still livin' life risky T house really got tricky I heard a cat called me by my rap name, imagine, it could've got sticky I just bought dings, bring that burner out, bap, bap, bap, bap, bap (Bap) Corn woke up all the neighbours, I knew walalo let it ring, no doubt OFB, we just always about, even when them times, we had waps on drought Had his sister all at my mum's bit throwin' it back when she wanted some clout I'm in then I'm out We went from babies straight to men Push me to the end, that's my life on the line tryna' whoosh one of them Oh no, I can't go jail go again, already been there once, but I'll still reoffend Darlin', no need to pretend, when there's no makeup, you still look ten-ten (M1OnTheBeat) [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie] Woo (You know, you know) Come on then (Live) Some history stuff in the buildin' right now Feels special, it feels right Feel like the whole of Europe's comin' together right now Someone in the studio said, "Mm, I ain't even need them man in the U.S. no more" Aight, mad out here [Part V] [Intro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One] And we ain't done yet man (M1OnTheBeat) Let's run some game on it, Headie Yo [Verse 1: Headie One & Dezzie] I was upsee sofa surfin', now it's two waps, could've bought a Birkin Thought I got a drop, but it weren't him Guess Rev really was reversin' And Oscar hold corn than more than worthy Smoke filled up with bine, press hood of dirty It was three for two-five and four for thirty Now it's chandeliers, my shorts are Burberry Tell me, who wanna hold a gurney? Five blocks squished makes the four-door goin' Free Kash, he was doin' up coleine, now he's fresh home, it's a cause for commotion Both wrist covered in Evian, 'course two smokes in a ride got normal (Yeah) I ain't tryna' go on a memorial, bro got one in his head, that's protocol (You know) They run down shh, run down shh All now, we up here, run 'round further Heard them boy from the 9 not score, sound rare, two ones like Timo Werner (Twinnin') I see an old friend turn opp, so I'm tryna' allocate to the L like Jürgen And bro just patterned two lockster, make sure he manage them man for certain Everyone wanna link up to a bullyin' man then the links a burden I heard shh-shh linked up for a shoot, the video shoot ended up in curtains These boots expensive, I bought them Louis, Gucci, Burberry Funny how shh went sleep from a boot, it was cheap like one from Dorothy Perkins [Verse 2: Dezzie & Charlie Sloth] It's all a façade, why they all tryna' act hard? Before you started in road I was live in the trench when you was just at yard They like, "Dezz', how you beat that murder?" Say I don't know, so I just gotta thank God Spent twenty-one on my wrist, now these barbies wanna come trouble my bankcard I swear if this .44 bangs off, you're gonna see bells spin around like dandruff I still get assists even though that I'm hands-off Nah, they can't buck bro when he slams off Uh, last time someone got kwenged, where was the intention to blow some bands off? Now this time somethin' gets touched, I'm gonna bring gyal to the nizz with pants off Jail, don't fake, don't fake, I'm up in the club with copper till late Yo, don't bake, no break, I was sat in that T with grub on my plate Uh-du-du, uh-du-du, uh-uh, uh-uh, and I also ate (Yeah, come on then) [Verse 3: Chivv] Yeah, yeah Ik hoor je, tellie op maan, shh, niet storen Stack die pap, cash lang, net toren Vraag je ams om de location Zet d'r in m'n collection, ze is lost, net Dora Wie's die boy met de drip like Gunna? Wie's die boy in de whip met dollars? Wie's die boy met de, yo Black tracksuit op m'n Air Force ones Bad boy tune, it's a bad boy song Bitch, ik curve, zet mezelf op first Zet shawty last, last, net Stefflon Don Jij denkt nog steeds dat ik rap voor fun Dom, euro's of count in pond, pound Man, this ass is rond, maar je mag niet slaan, want je bent nog jong So far, uno, dos, tres Die Henney maakt een nigga gek, uh Stuur je wifey een DM en zeg d'r daarna: "Sorry, schat, ik ben gehackt" Shit, woah, sorry, schat, ik ben gehackt, uh Stuur je wifey een DM en zeg d'r daarna: "Sorry, schat, ik ben gehackt", uh Spenden het minst, maar we maken het meest Vraag je m'n pap, zeg ik zakelijk "nee" Hebben [?] in je goals, want ze klagen op m'n G's Hoeveel [?], we praten Ghanees Best MC met de bars, ben ik better Jij zat niet in m'n corner, McGregor Best MC met de bars, ben ik better Jij zat niet in m'n corner, McGregor, woah [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie] Sheesh, come on then Ayy, how you comin' up in here, do you wanna come on it? [Part VI] [Intro: Chivv & Charlie Sloth] Yo, woo (X10), sheesh Uh, Mm (M1OnTheBeat) Let's get it in, let's go, man We in Paris right now Quatro [Verse: Chivv] Kom in die ollo, hoef niet te betalen met doekoe, nee, blacka, betaalt met gezicht Die mannen willen me stoppen, m'n goonie net Harry Potter als hij komt met die stick Ben met je bitch, ze geeft top in de whip, ze is net een banaan als je ziet hoe ze split Gooi d'r op adu en adu op no man en daarna op mij, jongen, wat een assist Ik laat die mannetjes zweten, net Zlatan, maak het heet onder voeten, geen satan Money is long en [?], heb ik grond, in m'n city, ik voel me net Haaland Drip die is koud alsof ik op de maan land Jij kan proberen, weet niet of je aan kan Je mannen beperkt, het is niet eens herfst, maar toch doe je weer als een bla man Jij bent een prater, ik de dader Zoek je beef, kom ik over als slager Die bitch vraagt me of ik kom slapen En ik ben een JJ hoe ik d'r belazer Zakken gaan dik, vroeger waren we mager Suiker met brood en een klein beetje water Voeger waren we mager Suiker met brood en een klein beetje water [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Chivv] Come on then, Chivv in the buildin', yeah Ayy, we doin' tings properly now, international takeover stuff That tape's about to drop, you need it in your life [Part VII] [Intro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie] (M1OnTheBeat) Ayy, Dezzie Are you not tryna' do it go after him, bro? Come on then (X10) Live, you know the ting already, fired up (HL8) Yo [Verse: Dezzie] At that carnival function, bro spotted him Dropped him, so we all hopped in You should've saw the way that a one chopped him Man cook up this beef, like— DSavv try take off his head, pumpkin Out here doin' school bunkin' This G17 had thugs pumpin' Whoosh, gang just done a dumpin' Nah, I don't fistfight like T-N-A, it ain't processed in my DNA Fuck verbal, CBA It's due timin', so we'll meet, one day Yeah, I'm from O'Block, not GDK Said they got big guns, must be GTA Jump out, let it beat, Senseii Don't get yourself shot, like Danny Pressplay Everythin' nice, got me covered in ice Now your hand on my wrist, so your boyfriend— Kitchen knife does more than slice, if I take his life, sorry, Jesus Christ Fresh from 'Ville, zim zimma Who took this key for this bruck down bimmer? Slow down, B, gyal way too inner Tell your barbie, just, yo Grip it, strangle, I see bro slap shots from an angle This G Lock ain't too much too handle Slip on your block, get lit, no candle I said grip it, strangle, I see bro slap shots from an angle This G Lock ain't too much too handle Slip on your block, get lit, no candle [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie] We in Paris right now, charged up Charged up showin' the world what's good, you know [Part VIII] [Intro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One] Ayy, this one's mad, (Beats by Weez), turn, yo Ayy, you're makin' history Let's go on Headie, let's go [Verse 1: Headie One] If we're dead or alive, I'm never tryna' miss another summer They're still two glizzies on a sunna I seen my aunt the other day and she ain't done nothin' for me on the come up Catherine tell me I remind her of my mother She don't know that was enough 'cah in the trenches, no one teach you self love I been out there with two rambos and a puffer Now this Nike one we used to call a bomber We was lookin' up to hustlers, we weren't lookin' up to President Obama Come from nothin' Gettin' power from a shot, wasn't a llama Studied dramas and after school we had to handle dramas Took a chase with me and Brad', we had to hop like fifty gardens Jakes tryna' hunt us down, like Osama Bin Laden I end up incarcerated and I missed three birthdays, wish me happy belated I got my old friends mad at me because I treat my friends like my family Yes, we were related Probation think I'm gang affiliated It's the last one, but I ain't on my last legs I really used to dream that I could be rappin' in past tense 'cah I was on eagle when the mandem was on Partridge Behind bars when everyone went to Bath Fest' And we was doin' burglaries and car thefts listenin' to Giggs when he was talkin' the hardest My pops always said I had a hard head I'm tryna' turn this eight ball of light into naan bread I didn't get to wash my armpits I got body odour trappin' off this Motorola No way I hit this crack fiend if I didn't know her You couldn't catch an oppa, but you caught his older He got done up and he might need an organ donor It's hard to see these old niggas turn to vultures And they ain't comin' back, they like Ole Gunnar Solskjær [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Dezzie] Whoo, whoo, whoo (Whoo) Ruthless, ruthless We ain't done yet It feels like a special moment, feels like a moment in time [Part IX] [Interlude: Charlie Sloth & Chivv] Fire in the Booth in the buildin' Amsterdam, 4011 (M1OnTheBeat) What you tellin' me, Charlie? Let's go, my guy, yeah It's all about the love and blessings, you done know Big shout out to the Headie One Amsterdam, UK, link up, you get me? [Verse 2: Chivv] Uh, ik zag mannen me voorbij gaan, maar ik had geduld Ik bleef voor effe humble, m'n zakken waren op nul Je vriend heeft niet gestackt, hij geeft corona nu de schuld Maar je kan zoveel meer bereiken als je plannen niet onthuld We moven in silence, het is m'n buit die geluid maakt Als je me niet gunt, moet je niet huilen bij m'n uitvaart Flessen in de club, maar post geen foto's als ik uit ga Gek genoeg geniet ik wanneer m'n telefoon uit staat Maar fattoemannen doen het meest, willen hangen om te zeggen dat ze met je zijn geweest Als ik niet beter wist, dan zou ik zeggen: "Het zijn gays" Maar deze tijd wordt je gecanceld, dus we spelen het op safe Het leven is niet weten, 't is maar hoe je het bekeek Wil je rijden in Ferarri's die money van een Range? Wil je rijden in de Range met die money van een hoopty? Op beiden kan je niet bouwen, want je stopt het niet een steen, dat is roekeloos Woah, en deze tijd moet je niet vragen om te linken, want ik zeg je dat ik kom, maar ik verschijn niet (Huh) En neem die shit niet te persoonlijk, want je bent een toffe gozer, maar heb simpelweg die tijd niet, 't is blacka [Outro: Chivv & Charlie Sloth] Big shout—, uh, Fire in the Booth, Chivv Charlie, you get me? My brother My brother them, trust me, it's love [Part X] [Intro: Charlie Sloth & Yasin] And we keep it goin' No borders, we out here We ain't done yet Feels like a real moment out here, man I see what you're doin' Headie, I see what you're doin', my guy And it continues Ayy (Yeah), drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown klocka Drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown—, ayy Lyssna, Stockholm, Sweden, back [Verse: Yasin] Drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown klocka Satt i en Lambo truck, två Glockar Gud jag ber dig få mig inte att krocka igen Hon säger hon behöver mina bars, det torka Hur ska en rappare orka? Folk dem ber till Gud "Jag ber dig, kan han inte dö eller torska?" Jag kukade strapen imorse innan jag ens borsta Studiobanditen han är ingen brådska Lämnade hylsor, säger till polisen och plocka igen, plocka igen Kukmätningar med Glocks, häll i lite koks, där har du en soppa igen Går jag igång i en vers, jag går inte och stoppa igen Scenen är min, jag går upp, jag är hög som fan, jag hör hur dem skriker Det 2022 nu, fuck vad du gjorde 21 för det är gamla meriter Jag rullar en grammis, skit i en gala Rökt tills lungorna sviker Jag håller inte koll på debatter, håll mig utanför politiken Stenarna dansar på klockan som en tonåring på TikTok Ser du hur långt vi har kommit från jobbiga plitar, KV-kläder och flip-flops? Jag och Polismyndigheten har svårt för varann, vi kan aldrig bli sams Hatad av dem som ändå aldrig älskade mig, sånt kliar inte mig nånstans Mitt liv är en film, denna skiten är HD Två superkrafter, AD och HD Namnet på gunnen jag bär den har två T Tro inte jag pratar om Lipton Helgood Rolle, hade lätt kunnat få roller i Simpsons Flexar med pengar i— Aldrig vart bunden till någon, jag klarar mig själv så vad vill dem? Hata på mig nu, don't love me later Typ som en häftapparat, I stick to my paper Mig på en feature, ger dig en buzz, men Drippar i Louis Vuitton och en Cartier bustdown klocka Satt i en Lambo truck, två Glockar, yeah-yeah Går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, ye Jag går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, yeah Går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, ye Jag går inte och stoppa igen, går inte och stoppa igen, yeah [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Yasin] No borders, rest in peace, Byn Block, we out here, man (Ey) Yasin in the buildin' Rinkeby for life Rest in peace Franky, min fucking bror [Part XI] [Intro: Charlie Sloth] Okay, I see what you man are dealin' with, now, I see what you're dealin' with History in the makin' [Verse: Shiva] Yo La mia bitch mi chiede Louis V, Prada, Gucci, ha un ass curvy Dior, Fendi, Celine, Chanel, vuole whip nel mio garage I miei street 24/7 come beef, come Ghost Rider Quaggiù nessuno è mai salvo, ops, questa è Milano Preghiere son vane, non ti basta un "Amen", yo Abbiamo svariate entrate, "West" sulle collane, yo La mia tasca si fa grande come avessi un tablet, yo Tu vuoi il beef, non mangio carne, specie se è d'infame, yo Rolls-Royce nero, coca in table, cash, no PayPal No more label, nel mio grammo J-Lo, J-Lo Tu fai home run come nel baseball Cabrio, sto con Headie come in WWE Sì, impellicolavo weed, mo firmo sopra i CD Ha, ha, ha, ha (Turn) Questa merda si fa deep Ho comprato un'auto a mamma Audi Sport e guarda IG Mentre Ago ha fatto un figlio compro a Thiago nuovo drip Questa è west side a Paris, ehi [Outro: Charlie Sloth & Headie One] Come on then Come on then Ayy, No Borders, the tape Makin' sure there's no borders to this ting And that right there was a real, legendary moment Fire in the Booth The hottest from the hardest, the hardest from the hottest Doin' tings proper out here, you know what I'm sayin'? Some real legendary stuff History bein' made You ain't ever seen this shit before, No Borders Headie, I see you, my guy, woo Let's go Charlie, deya