Fire in the Booth Part 2

[Beat 1: Pop] I'm back out on my boss shit I bet niggas though that I lost it I gone OTB now Ounces to boxes Still counting my losses F'd out as that gossip I thugged out with the wotsit Jump out and you're dog shit I was looking at life in the dog pit Looking at life and I dodged it I was looking at guys like I was shit I was Giggs, but now I'm just a number Now I'm out on my shit with my hunger Light up the booth let me fill it up with Ganja Watch them specials turning, let that special burn him Hate, snakes, rats and vermins why all that petrol's burning My success is hurting My success is just killing breddas so much My success is hurting Get that cessy burning, get that sexy bird in She's obsessed with flirting, so get that sexy word in Phone number, get them texts working Tell her cut the phone sex, I want that sex in person Run up on bastards Touch them bastards So fuck them bastards Got that Markarov Man'll [???] on bastards Wanna question Giggs? I got the fucking answers Fucking bastards, I've had enough of [Bastards] Stop begging, you've had your fucking chances [Beat 2: Started from the Bottom] All you fence youts watching from the ringside I got contacts, niggas on the inside We're them cut work, wrap it up in cling guys AMG sign sitting on the rim side This is how we do it Three bedroom house swag this is how we blew it Eat up the rap game listen how we chew it Let it digest, piss it out and poo it Where the fuck's all my guerillas at All you real niggas better ??? Think your swagger man will slap off your Margiela hat I see you stunting with that baller but you're still a swat I tell her get your going out to dinner swag Any chick you see with Hollowman she got the winner tag If you see me standing in the club I got the ting and that Stunting get laid in a pool of blood I make you swim in that You little stuntman I get that jump lead, jump man We make that shit, make niggas wanna slump man We got that big sound for your little jump and Rolling blacked out, with the seat low In the jungle, on the deep roll Man'll hot pepper, Jalapeno Show them how a gully fucking G roll This is how we set it Fuck niggas man this is how we get it Life of the famous getting paralytic The haters so sorry, so apologetic Man fuck all them niggas that wanna challenger Niggas that be rolling on niggas with 40. caliber Fuck all them hating arse niggas thats only manista Case got buss wide open shout to my barrister I was sitting in prison watching the calender Sweeping and bopping the landing like I'm a janitor And I move jammy with niggas that wanna jam with a Nigga that cabbages niggas cause I'm a cabbager [Beat 3: Fuckin' Problems] The prophecy, please get off of me Old school like my steering's mahogany (To Charlie) You know them oldschool whips? The prophecy, please get off of me Old school like my steering's mahogany That's your niggas bitch he wants to offer me That's the reason these pricks tryna copy me If you're thinking the rap game is soft for me 2.5 of the 45 be costing me I'm an OG nigga, no guy's the boss of me Might catch me in the A Town with Flocka B Strap game's a killer Nigga make way for the rap game's gorilla Chicks looking at me like "that bre's a winner" I got top models up in the flat staying for dinner Yeah I remember way back, smack day's were realer Now I got footy fans that play for Villa The darkest yoot will get slapped change vanilla Might he more switch to the black range or bimmer I'm back again Raise your hat again Standing ovation, time to clap again Told a man's giant so time to flatten them Just has a late night session, man 's driving back and then Pigs turn left and then man's driving back on them Mad paranoid don't want that light to flash again And so the pigs turned off then my smile is back again Music turned low, rise it back again Where's that boom tune der? Find it back again I ain't listening to that pile of crap again They don't play man's shit, why is that again? I send a complaint and they just file it back again (Alright let me wrap it up now) Keep your head above the water nigga Get your money out to feed your little daughter nigga And when you're in the trap with them junkies Check the money cause you know they like to short a nigga You gotta build your little fortune nigga You're on your own, ain't nobody gonna support you nigga The street life, look where it brought a nigga Tryna teach niggas what the hustle done taught a nigga I scream hell no Cause it's a hell hole Niggas think it's Seasame Street looking for Elmo If you niggas stepping to me I let a shell go Never knew that nigga before but knew his girl though Never had nothing on Giggs put him in jail though Still put him in a cell though But he never rang the bell though Yea the art of war and it's another stance Nigga can home from jail and got another chance Man these niggas laying around wrapped in their lover's arms Slap on the jimmy and let the rubber dance I ain't got time for that I'm in another class Tryna be that million air swimming in bubble baths They're asking bout When Will it Stop? But that's the summer chart