Fire In the Booth

[Intro] Small Heath Birmingham Invasion Alert Rest in peace my brudda' Depzman, 2Real Large up Charlie Sloth, fire in the booth Madting YO Shoutout to all the man back home Some real shit [Song 1] Yo Yo my little bro I hope you're doing well What I'm going through is hell And it don't seem real And I can't hold it to myself Yeah I'm sipping on a drink And [CENSORED] We gon' smoke it to the clouds And just pray for the best, I can't keep doing tunes I'm thinking about all the things that we used to do That's why I find comfort in smoking weed in your room I hope you don't feel all alone, cuz' I'ma be with you soon bro I miss you too much blud, their ain't been a tag team like us since The Legion of Doom Wish it was 3,2,1 and blast me to the moon I'm grieving, don't ask me when I'm releasing a tune Cuz' i just lost my best friend The realest of bredrins 2real try tell me that we wasn't destined Or making our mums proud I even stopped chilling with the wrong crowd I wanna quit this music cause' it's long now And any wrong how nuff' man never helped ya These times [CENSORED] grams on about cha But you never got to do it Alcohol has got me through it All this skunk that I've been smoking I've been drunk for a month And i ain't gassing, i ain't gassing, I ain't ever lied And for the man that done it blud, I hope you're feeling terrified My boys loved Depz Small Heath had to ride Black tick certified Blue tick verified God damn where was I? Now i ain't scared to die Thinkin' bout' death and how am I prepared for mine Bury me a g, when they put me in the sky My heart bleeds, every time your mommy looks me in the eyes fammo And that's pure love, not embarrassment Shoulders still bruised from when we had to carry him There's no comparison Doing this for my mum Doing this for Alison I'm doing this for all of yous I'm doing this for Rea Yeah, I'm doing it for Lou I ain't doing this for me Fam, I'm doing this for you I'ma do, I'ma do, till it can't be done Yeah your spirits still here, but your heart beats gone I know he felt safe, when I was by him Whoever said big boys don't cry was lying Yeah, cuz' i'm the biggest here Wish that i could shed a tear Took a trip up to a pier Just so that i could disappear Real talk Shout out to my brudda' Rosay Flew me out the country, just so we could chill the whole day No way, I'd be lying, if i said I'm okay And that's why on Friday's I try my best to go pray Yeah, I know I'm a hypocrite At least I'd admit to it Say they know how I feel No not a little bit Whole bottles empty It started with a little sip Head starts spinning, anytime I think of it Cream, you was only 18 You was having up the scene Now you're gone, how you mean? Ima do this for the team This ended as a nightmare But it started as a dream Yeah, your dream, our dream Feels like i'm dreaming You wanna know why I'm here, then 2Real's the reason Yeah, 2Real, who real All i know is you real If no one had my back then I always knew that you will I'll see you in the new world Wait for me in paradise People seeking fame off your name the little parasites On a bag of hype Blud it sends me mad at night Trynna' cause trouble on the road So i can have a fight Going mad, I need help Panicking I freak out Walking up and down Blud I've ended up in B12, We got [CENSORED] in green house, my head lights are on cause it's dark in front of me now Inside I've had enough, but outside I'm acting tough Cherish all the memories, in Amsterdam and Magaluf Yeah, we was meant to this together Without your strength and support, I can't do this my bredda Cuz you're still that guy Yeah, you're still that fly I'm still smoking, till I shouldn't feel that high Yeah you're still the same You still killed the game Just another young nigga that was filled with pain And it's a shame And as long as i'm alive, I'm gonna carry out your name, till i see you again My brudda, Depzman rest in peace fam [Interlude] Hooligan out 2014 that's my album Big up all my mandem Big up D2, big up Yaseen Big up the Small Heath mandem Trust me, every time big up Charlie once again, fire in the booth Big opportunity, ya danno 0121 Check it [Song 2] Let me upon my mind and release some tensions In beef i don't leave my bredrins Trynna' go hard for the next 10 years so when i'm old I don't need my pension HMP you better free my henchmen Role true, fam I need my entrance Don't like going on twitter no more Cuz depz's name's all I see in my mentions Fam i can't cope with it Yeah, i miss them times I smoke with him Or link up and buss two joke with him Now i'm upset and i can't hold it in He was a younger me I was an older him Bout a month that I ain't been sober in Na I don't wanna do this music ting But this music ting is what i owe to him I could quit music, but i probably won't help I can't be out here, feeling sorry for my self Need to provide for the ones that I ride for Don't wanna watch no Corrie in a cell Did this ting, yeah we did it by ourselves From the road trips, to the studios All those times we was chilling in my house Those times are the times, that I'm thinking about Yeah, I'm lost without you And it feels like i can't be a boss without you Road to success in front of my face And it feels like I can't walk across without you Having flashbacks about that night thinking why couldn't that doctor help you? Yeah, it's mad how things change Trust me it's insane If i never done music I'm trynna think where I'd be right now Probably on the road, where drugs get sold Watching my back when I leave my house On the roads you don't know who to trust But in this music ting i'm due to bust So don't ever try get rude to us What you think I'm a prick cause I spray bars? My bredrins inside on a ten stretch And I'm pissed cause I was on the same charge Yeah, so don't talk bad if you ain't' hard I'm getting all stressed cause Lee's in there I'm trynna get rich, when he's in there When he comes out, he's nice Jesus Christ I need to hold up things and make sure everything'll be just right Yeah, I'm standing alone Working so I won't answer my phone Yeah I'm bad to the bone Thinking your bad cause' your bredrins there But there's no-one there when you're [CENSORED] on your own Yeah' i'm standing alone Them little boys can't stand on my throne you're mad If I get shot or stabbed tomorrow Then who's gonna look after your dad Real talk Cause' I only say what I live Take a seat, get down with my history My old man never showed me love, that's the reason why he don't mean shit to me Gotta succeed with life, I'll rub it in his face all smug face with victory Don't know whats written in the book no more So the rest of my life is a mystery Yo, when will it stop? I miss them days getting sent to the shop I was walking around, not a care in the world But these days now I'm repenting to God A few years back, I was sending a lot Now man will get aired like a vent in a crop Nuff man try glamourise this life But try glamourise when your friends in a box Yo, when will it stop? Yeah I've got nuff bredrins locked down getting sent down to the block I don't wanna live that life So I grip that mic Yo fuck am I shotting out 10's on the block Fuck am I shotting out eights to the kids Yo we need to change these ways that we live Don't you want a house? Don't you want a business? Yo I'm gonna stop taking the piss Cause not long ago I was low on p's getting bored of the mic Two two's now I'm a lord of the mic Give me a time and a place Right by your estate If you try violate then of course I'ma fight Sick of these yutes getting caught in a hype Whatever happened to a good old straightener nowadays it's only swords or a knife Or a strap or a tool Please stop acting a fool There's no-one there when your backs to a wall I'ma tell these yutes get back to your school Go and get your grades Yutes in my ends, I'ma set the pace You don't know about life I've been stressed for days Story, I'ma write an extra page I get zoned out when I bless my haze You know why, these days I've been thinking loads Probably the reason I'm drinking loads Yeah I've got real big things to accomplish But I don't seem to close if I'm honest I'ma keep on trying Active ain't no time for a lie in Wastemans send and I ain't replying Cause I don't wanna go pen, i'll fry him Yeah I'm growing up now Invasion alert we're blowing up now If a man wants it, I'll show him up now When will it stop? My team will be the next to the top So stop hating Foot to the pedal but we're not racing Trynna get rich, but the blocks raving When will it stop? My team will be the next to the top Tell a man a leng is there Man are thinking they're bad cause they're hench and stare Fam I don't care if you're benching bare Man still get left in intensive care Allow the vex up Get a left hook And that's it all ended there If my name comes out of your mouth Then after that, that's extended air Yeah, yeah I'ma fuck this up, and make them wish that the beat ended there Man saw me on lord of the mics, but they wish my career got ended there Lowe that, man can't end this bre Bare man don't want us to clock on So they try indirecting yeah Them man are indisending bare Take your food to my ends and share With my real niggas that make ends meat They will ride out when it gets peak On a mad ting ya can't test me, test who? Test me, 2Real that's Depz g Riding round with my older dawgs in that X6 no X3 And I still rap Still trap Still out here trynna see a mill stack Still riding out with the ill pack, and all of my mandem will back Wellbeck like Man U But even you know that mans due Want piff I'll bring coupla grams through I'm gunna blow There ain't' nothing you can do 2Real Fire in the booth