Fire In The Booth, Pt. 1

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & SAINt JHN]

Ah man, it's got to that all important time of the show once again

My favorite part of the show, Fire in the Booth

And tonight makin' their debut

Someone who's a real problem with it man

Ferocious with the pen

I ain't wanna bring no girls to the house, 'bout to lose them

Tryna keep them goon away from this guy, for real, for real

SAINt JHN in the buildin'

Woo, I like that, I like that intro, that's a good intro

Ayy bro I'm excited about this, you know

Alright, I'm ready

You ready for this?

I been watching this for a long time fam, yeah yeah yeah

You know what time it is when you hear this, right?

(Let's get ready to rumble)

Yes, do people ever freestyle in this?

I mean sometime, some people are scared to do that though

[Verse: SAINt JHN]

Look, me and my friend Charlie, the mood Harley, the mood narly

You asking who the fuck, who are we

Look, pink sweater, white pants, white short

He look like he swings iron, but that nigga never golf

Look, no resort for me, no loss for me, no thought for me

No boss for me, water clean, no Voss for me

I paid the price, AmEx bill, no cost for me

I fuck her off, there's no loss for me

It's tossing me awfully, it's just a car, it's just the Golf

It's just my brain, I'm just too smart

It's just some art, I need it now, it's Á La Carte

It's kind of dark, he hit the light, I hit the spark

I hit my cheap expressway

So niggas like me won't never feel no type of way

So you don't have to run up on me

Tell me type of afraid, are you some type of way?

Are you some type of blind, are you some type of grey?

Cause I'm like: Show them where I'm from

Holding a nun, holding a gun, sippin' my rum

Tellin' my mom, day that I'm done:

Scream Brooklyn, Guyana, yell where I'm from

Boss if we ain't married

You tryna find all the emotions I buried

You tryna see who I am tonight, but I vary

Shit that I learned, you can't find in no library, time scary

You can be a suspect, you can be a custy

Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty

These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be

You can never grind, never flux, don't disgust me

This is not for play now, things that I play about

Paid my mama house off, win a VMA now

Tryna buy a grotto, strappin' on the greyhound

Aiming at the opps now, circling the playground

Virginia for real though, niggas sellin' rello

Make a quarter mil, oh, weigh it by the kilo

I'm just sayin' facts now, you should see the B-roll

And I'm busy lowlight, tryna be a hero

You can be a suspect, you can be a custy

Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty

These are just the real facts, you cannot discuss me

If you're not a street dude, you can never touch me

It's just me and my wifey for life

This me and my side-piece if you like

Just me and my dying peace in the night

I don't mean to objectify her in the lie

But if she prefers to be my bad bitch tonight

Who am I to dishonor her sacrifice?

I don't mean to...

[Break: Charlie Sloth & SAINt JHN]

SAINt JHN in the buildin'

Wassup, look

[Verse]

You can be a suspect, you can be a custy

Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty

These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be

You can never talk, never flex, don't disgust me

This is my Marcella bag with white granite

This is my money I spend, but I plan it

This is my whole fuckin', [?] whole planet

(He's heating up)

Look, they was late bringin' my silk to the hotel with the bags

Simone, I told her buy the Off-White and then pop the tags

You told me take off the top, but still leave on the rack

I told 'em: "Hold up, I'm gettin' money, it's coolers, but I don't brag"

Because now the niggas got the opps, now I'm in a Dot

Now they see the light, now they clap and props

Now they at the stop sign, but they ain't really screamin' stop

'Cause I look better in a Drop

I look better when my diamonds bright

I look better when I am 6'3 high

I look better when my dark hit the light

I look better when my purple hit the Sprite

But I don't advocate that

It's not like I'm tryna say niggas just way back

It's not like I don't got the dreads, and fucked the wave-cap

It's not like you can't hit the Fire Booth playback

Tell 'em don't betray that

That nigga there he the hardest, create a Goddess

Ain't nobody like this, mm, shootin' garbage

I'm telling everybody else wherever you started

I put my gun, my pistol where your heart is

And I don't believe in bein' a shooter, 'cause my hands clean, mean

I mean I just use my hand cream, gleam

I mean them niggas had a big dream, seen

Now the cold turned into ice cream

In my mind it's a little different, listen

Pission, position, and if you wanna switch up...

[Break: Charlie Sloth & SAINt JHN]

SAINt JHN, wow

Can I keep goin'?

You wanna keep goin'?

Yeah

[Verse]

Dear mom if I don't make it, if I don't make it home tonight

If I don't get back to New York, if I don't never catch this flight

If somebody stop me and I swing my hand and I gotta fight

If I had to say rude words, and never was to polite

Then you understand my damage

You understand where I'm from and my dynamic

You understand the moment I never take for granted

You understand how I ashed out on this planet

Niggas standin' on the granite

I need marble for the days that I never had no cheese on my bread

And my grades never sold no motherfuckin' Bs and no As

They told me watch my hand, watch my mouth

Dont misbehave, don't switch the key

But I, I ain't know the tombs, and I ain't know the bling

So I know not talk when they know to sing

And I know to hold my hand tight, I know the ring

'Cause the Coat of Arms is my heart, just standin' by the...

(He's on fire)

Tryna catch my breath, I talk slow

Ghetto Lenny's favorite talkshow (Perfect)

I don't wanna wait when you all go

I don't wanna wonder where's Waldo

'Cause in my mind, it's still in the same place that it been

And my mind is runnin' this race just again

It's ten years later I've been patient and gainin'

And I still look great, I ain't wasting a thing

And my skincare routine is strippers and booze

And whatever you do and me not payin' my dues, fuck bein' rude

Whatever I might choose and I dare, my heart involved

Whatever you do, I play my card, you played the wall

I ain't never been scared to dance

I ain't never been scared to fight

I ain't never been scared to move

I ain't never been scared to write

I ain't never been scared of dark

I ain't never been 'fraid of light

I ain't never been fucking short

Niggas, 6'3 is a brave height, it look like

God blessed him with the good looks

And the Lord blessed him with some good hooks

I never read but I read some good books

She look good, boy that's a good look, hey

[Break: Charlie Sloth & SAINt JHN]

SAINt JHN in the buildin

Ayy bro, you gettin' me excited in here

I like hearin' Trap man, and you're wild of it

You're not even crazy, you're wild of it

I like this, I need this, I need this energy all day

That was mad bruv, got me feelin' a certain way

I can't lie, when I came in I was tired

I was tired, I been travellin' around the world

I'm charged bro (You ready know now?)

For the first time in 10 years I feel like I could go for a jog (Mm)

I feel like a could run now, you don't see fat people run in 2019

[Outro: SAINt JHN & Charlie Sloth]

Look, Charlie just told me he got a house in the country

And I'm still late somehow with my sprint bill monthly, right

So when I walk in with my pink shirt and pink shoes, am I comfy?

No, I just look way better at bein' hungry

You see the difference is if you listen kid

This means my ignition slipped

That mean I just got a permission slip from the niggas

Who at the digits with

I mean look, truth is I walk in with Biggs' brother and big

Brother and I'm just his kid brother

But I... (Hahaha)

And that's just half of the ground I did cover but...

I just need to clap for a minute my guy

You're crazy with it JHN, SAINt JHN

It feel good