Fire in The Booth

[Intro] You know what time it is when you hear this right? Yeah, shout out Charlie always Let's get them fam Listen, I mean Let's get 'em Dave Look [Verse 1: Dave] The other day someone said I was fake, I nearly lost my mind I'm out on a grind For what? I put in so much time for what? The fame don't impress me, I'll still get active Like Jet Li, I'm tryna stay balanced like ah, music is a myth And every song I make is getting easier to stray from the message that I bring to the table, you ain't eating if your friends ain't eating with Dickheads, '09 take me back I lost two grand last week and didn't make it back And teachers wonder why I don't work well I'm broke as hell The music made me known as well So I invested in crow and shells Cause where I'm from, you slip, you're getting poked as well So, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebels This crow's got a bag of bass and you're a bag of treble How can I listen to a man who ain't playing when you talk about the game from the side like Gary Neville I'm involved, I'm on a pitch, I'm a centre mid I don't need to send for kids I'll turn up where your college or centre is And send you six You dickhead, I've let so many violations slide G Guys don't like me And now they wanna get a name and waiting with a bitch like try me, try me, try me, try me And watch what the outcome is I'm a mix between Heath Ledger and Malcolm X Outspoken but I don't make sense Cause one day it's put the knives down or put the peace signs up, the next day I'm at your home instead All for my pride and respect I bought my man a Tek Thameside days getting calls at like 9, it's a mess I put time in my craft, an hour in my coursework and nine in my bars You don't know about grinding my dog I put my life in my art My life on the line for my marge Real rap, she put life in my heart, I give nothing less If the truth hurts, I like being lied to I can't deal with issues in the ways that I would like to It's funny how I've always got a text to reply to That's why I went and got three lines, that's a Haiku Paranoia got me stressing, man I'm thinking that they're planning SLR, I've got a cannon I ain't taking photos, I'm aiming at your bros and taking shots like Tenerife Then I'm out the door like I just got a shot for 10 of each Pride will be the end of me I'll just lose my cool and lose a tool over petty beef You couldn't comprehend it G Life has been an F-ery Colour scheme's grey Got me questioning my God and all the times I've said grace Wretch Miller, I set pace I've ducked yutes down, I had to run the same day Ask Serg, ask Temmy, I'm just venting on a low And me plus four might just turn up at your show Me watching in a venue, man we're leaving with your soul I ain't tweeting little hoes I need my P's to come and grow All these catties on the roads, in and out, they come and go For a month they wanna know So I send them to my bros Who gives a damn about my age, watch my energy and flow I give none of it to girls cause the one I have is special, like a lover and a friend to me You send for her, you send for me Let a girl try it, man a chick can catch fire like Katniss Everdeen No chicks can catch fire like any one of my ex girls Me, I couldn't breath, I needed space, that was ex hell How can I wish my ex well, I've still got ex hate Bryson Tiller I was tryna see my ex change I'm Scott Summers now, nothing but an ex man Still tryna test my brain in the A.M, that's an exam Then it's on to a next man, still scarred by my ex hoes Could show her true colours in a photo, that's an expose So how could you ever bad me? I had my brothers and I never had me How could you ever bad me? If I made 6 bills I gave my right hand 3, and told my brothers no snitching Still I, got some good friends I couldn't put in that position Does it mean that we're neek so we're different, cause my G's have ambition Past the streets we see past the image Cause you're the last friend by the grave of the prison hall And you're the first friend to tell 'em to be a criminal The young G just died you're wondering why It was you who gave him drugs and a knife, it was you It was you and now your pissed because he caught another case When you practically walked him to the gate Be careful who you step with Your gang, they were talking to your grave The road I'm walking is a maze, six paths like the sage Had me in and out of raves, with a flicker on my waist To give a fuck if it's winter I'll catch him slipping in the rain And my man thought that I was slipping on the train But he's pissed because I've always got a dipper or a chain I ain't a witness to the jakes I'm tryna put an image in the frame for the lyrics that I've written on the page The way I'm living isn't fake Them man wanna G check me, but can't do it to my face Cause I've got killers in the cage Show, party or a rave I bring gorillas on the stage There ain't a rapper or a singer in my lane, a musician in my league You man wouldn't believe that we've lost half our G's to jealousy and greed And me I think it was the weed, cause them boy there fell off The same guys that used to come around and eat jollof We're in country making no profit, 2 grand off of cash points making no losses And if they put me in a station then it's no comment, no comment, no comment They can keep me to the sunrise, from littering to gun crime The code that I live by I die by Man you give your life for you can get skyed by, served like a drive by Yah I meant drive thru like how? what? why? who? Take you off the map and have your mother thinking why you I've done so much wrong just so I can make the right move They're still tryna draw me out, these yout's need to sort it out No one believes the stuff you claimed to have done You're on Snapchat, I'm on Radio 1 What don't you get about this? I made my mummy smile I took myself to uni man I made my mother proud You was in and out of town doing, cunch for an older, probably didn't see a pound You want beef I give cows, better yet I give herds Ask Jussy, ask Serge I'm the realest guy around, so bang your doors up and down That's when Whitemoor, Swaleside, Belmarsh, Isis, Acat, Lifeus, Skells and yea You know the rest innit [Interlude] Free my brothers Get me Man like Santandave Oi Charlie, let the beat run, let the beat run, we're gonna run into the next one fam Jeez Oi, shout out my brothers You, my friend, are an absolute beast cuz Man's 17 you know Shout out to Rel on the production man Oi Oi, my brothers Oi Get me Jeez Certain rappers calling my phone already saying enough already man, enough already [Verse 2: Dave] My mum, she taught me to be self sufficient She always said to put power in your self She shared her hours and and her wealth, so I could stand here and share this wisdom Worked 3 jobs and a little wage, from her youth to her middle age And that was all so I could study right and live okay When it was Cookham Wood and Littlehey I know my mum she didn't break Still 4:30 dinner made Lets talk about your system then Lets talk about our place in here Lets talk about our prisons then When we're so stuck in London people blind we only see the ends Out of 63 million, blacks only make 3 percent And we have no say, when you think, cause you refuse to vote Like Conservative policies ain't been a problem for the yutes on road And Rapz is doing law He sat down on the floor and watched it, 2 members of a jury, in a court Playing naughts and crosses bored as hell They gave him guilty in that court as well Didn't focus on the case, but he's in jail I guess that all is well No incentive to pay attention for a jury the system didn't pay When most of them are bored, white, out of touch and middle-aged Like "What on earth's a stabbing? Oh my god I hope the kid's okay" "Please take him of the streets, for my children and my sister's sake" They don't need to see the details, cause he's young, black and guilty "He's got a gold tooth and a tracksuit, send him to jail he's gonna kill me" We feel, misrepresented But you chose to jump on twitter over petitions and referendums, I swear to god I'll never get this You, claim to be active, when I know that you won't make a change You'd rather go to district with some bitches and then make it rain I know some real real guys that own yards and never splashed on cars Like Atif and Wasif who are still working hard in London when they've got properties in Pakistan I swear that they're my inspiration We're the generation that's infiltrating all these different places And we're the generation who mould and craft how the system changes Black doctors, Arab judges we just need a little patience Nah we just need a little strength This isn't for the upper class, this is for everyone that lives in debt That mortgages and bills effect That work away and live in sweat For every single prisoner that comes home just to re-offend Not for any single dad that left, for every single mum instead For every trapstar that bangs stars and works the ends to earn some bread I flirt with death and cuddle life, I work this pen Long Lartin I work a pen I heard the devil cursed these ends that took my brothers, hurt my friends We lost our freedom and our lives And if you think I'm telling lies Right, it's a 20 minute drive and then we have a city filled with life Big business, flashing lights, two completely different sides Juxtaposed from guns and knives They buy some clothes we clutch a knife For different reasons, most for pride One fucking (CENSORED) in this ride, like humpty dumpty have you fried I hope you got money on your mind, but ours and theirs it's different types Tryna show you man the light (tryna show you man the light) Listen