Fire in the Booth

Part 1 [Verse] Tryna' reach them stars, reach them galaxies Told her "Come along", ain't no fantasy You can live your dreams with me We riding, they watch the mileage Speeding like I get you high Get you oh so high Ain't no coming down When I roll one, we smoke a whole one Me and shawty hit the zone and she got no clothes on Waking up early hitting that O zone, been getting them O's gone They wanna bring me down, I won't come down I won't come down, I won't stop, no no No more taking flights, I've been up late for nights, just tryna make it right These papers lie, Satan in disguise, but still I be chasing mine Music's like my saviour, I was lost and doin' some major crime Them police was raiding mines and hunting my niggers for blazing nines I roll another one then smoke another one 'Cause I been in these streets man, for way too long Yeah, I've been out here on the road, now the music is the plug And I'ma sell this shit to the whole fucking world, yeah I've been up on that grind, yeah Put that on my life, yeah They callin' up my line, yeah But I swear I ain't got time, yeah From the show to the studio, these groupie hoes wanna slide, yeah Three cities in one night, yeah I've got different weeds in my high, yeah Been about that life, yeah Coming up from them drive-by's, man leaning out that ride, yeah All my niggers doing time, yeah Lost a couple my niggers Word to my niggers, I'm gonna shine, yeah Stepping off in ice, yeah It's about to be that time, yeah Zoning out, what's she talking 'bout? Waking up pebbling, hitting that west side That's where I order loud, roll up and smoke it down She smoking too, roll up and smoke a zoot We go out whipping in a foreign coupe, like she wanted to I told her I'm hitting that O zone, now they tryna come along She fuckin' with the kid, she can't wait to get alone I grew up on the strip, I'm tryna get the money for the O's Give a fuck about your clique, nigga I came up with my woes, yeah Like with my woes, in that whip I want With that bitch I want and she know when we hit that road, we gon' hit that zone With my woes Yeah, I pull up with my woes, yeah Like with my woes, in that whip I want With that bitch I want and she know when we hit the zone I'ma hit that zone with my woes I pull up with my woes, yeah Part 2 [Verse] It's more than music, homie The streets won't do it for me How many times I gotta roll out with this Luger on me? Police all around me, I'm still para with this food up on me I don't want your ratings, I'm just stating what the truth is homie Lost my best friend to these streets, shit was hard for me Feeling like everything around me fell apart homie Still I'm tryna find a way, see, I don't know where to start homie Coming up out that dark, homie, you can see them scars on me Pushing all my chips and I swear that I go all out Drama with these bitches, making couple niggers fall out Wonder where my God's at, does he hear me when I call out? Them prayers ain't getting answered, got me thinking what it's for now They're plotting on me, preeing on me, them niggas scheme I've been out rapping, been out trapping, still wit' the team And Charlie, this ain't feeling real, I mean it's been a dream But still I'm out here tryna stretch this yay far like a limousine So fuck what you heard, I've been out trapping on the curbs Tryna make it work, still turning nina's into birds It's like you do what you got to do to make it what it's worth Without the risk there's no reward so I'm still ready for the worst Fuck the lyrics on my iPhone, I lost at one of my shows My lifeline's on my line phone and paigons hope I die slow, yeah Wherever I go, they clock me like the timezone Shout Skepta running grime, and I'm still king here in my zone Who said we wouldn't make it off the streets and off the corner Smoking marijuana and now I'm feeling like a sauna I remember my mum would warn us 'bout 'em spliffs whenever she caught us "One day you'll be addicted", shit, now look at me with this quarter Ain't got time for a part time, I'm working on a anthem Or running around with the mandem, ain't nobody understand 'em Peng ting in my bed at night, she way above the average Plus she know just where my head's at, without putting up in that She said, "You'll make it for your people", but damn these streets are evil These road are so deceitful, had me moving like I lost it That burner in my pocket, in their ends like fuck the gossip My finger on the trigger, yeah, it's too deep for me to drop it Most these niggas never done shit, this beef is just a cycle The realest, they inside, without their life, they with the lifers Man, I never seen it coming, yeah Looking at what my people come from, Luton, this ain't fucking London I've been on my grind so long, I swear my head hurts Putting in that legwork everyday until that ped word All the mandem raving, I'm like "Damn, I want that bread first" Building my connections like that signal on my network I want neckwork for the music, they ask me what I'm doing Smoking too much weed and putting P's into this nuisance Man, there ain't no shortcuts, I do this shit properly Fuckin' up these shows so you can holla if you want me See, I started from the bottom, but the team, they with my brudda On the road all through the winter, I had no sense with just some youngers Searching for that money, moving up without a compass They say "Save up them pennies if you tryna reach them hundreds" So we did just what they told us, we're not lacking for the paper Just breakouts for them haters, serving comments like they waiters Attempts to slow me down, and them attempts are getting baiter I just wanna be rich, I want it sooner rather than later I get it on, I had to switch lanes Ain't slowing from them disc brakes Go wherever it takes just to make it out this shit place And I don't even rap no more, I'm makin' music I'm pulling up with some shooters, got promoters moving stupid All the people round me ruthless, where do you think I got this eye from? A nice guy, still a wise guy, whenever I'm on Them police and sirens got me running for my life, don I'm spending all this time on, just tryna make that right song My views, I'm getting over that You hear my views, I'm getting older akh Someone should really try and hold me back I'm headin' out of town just for the week but I'll be back soon Starin' in my face, they're probably thinking, "he's that rap goon" I'm trapping, I'm trapping, 'cause I don't know what else to do And it gets harder when nobody's tryna help you Fed up of the system and that shit we born up into I know you'll understand if you've been through what I've been through, yeah