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Fire In The Booth

Fire In The Booth lyrics by K Koke. Check my lifestyle This little white child Growing up hood, forced to live his life wild Yeah I might smile on occasion...

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Fire In The Booth

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Check my lifestyle

This little white child

Growing up hood, forced to live his life wild

Yeah I might smile on occasion

But look into my eyes you'll see the fire blazing

My heart is aching, life got me stressed fam

Been through enough still these tryna test man

Yes dan I'll squeeze if it's necessary

Please believe rude boy I'm forever ready

My head is heavy got too much thoughts

Overloading my brain still I do not talk

From young I felt pain life's not what I thought

See life's not a game gotta watch how I walk

And watch how I talk and who I talk to

Cah man you grew up wid'll have you in the court room

Cah friend turn to fakes fakes turn to snakes

Then the snakes hate and start talkin to the jakes

Life ain't a game life ain't da same

F it I'm a ride till I got shots up in my frame

I'm shottin in the rain

Hustlin my name, can't tell me bout

The struggle cause I been through the pain

Yeah my life's real, f what you feel

My stonebridge man bang bang till your

It's true known facts we do hold straps

And will let it pop off if you wanna chat

And dats dat

If a act flash

Then I make a run when I'm cockin back mash

Cock it back flash

Watch his blood splash

If it's dat then it's dat kokes took ya mans cash

Look, I ain't perfect

I'm lookin in the mirror

At myself like koke it ain't workin

I'm still hurtin

See the pain in my eyes

No lie the fires still burnin

The worlds still turnin

It's still f'd up still beef still gotta keep strap a tucked

I feel cursed still nutten but bad luck

They want me in a box carried by a black truck

So I carry cuzzy I ain't tryna act tough

I ain't proud even talkin bout this strap stuff

I'm tryna get away troubles tryna catch up

Every where I go clowns wanna hear the strap buss

Trust, I seen life from a different vibe pissy stairways

Crack houses and homicides

So try me fam I'm gonna ride

I fry beef not a chief never gonna hide

This street life's got these old peeps horrified

Cause young gs couldn't care if tomorrow dies

I've seen hell through my mothers eyes

Ain't nutten worse than when you see your mother cry

Wishes it was [?] wish we had another life

Mum you done your best please don't apologise

Yeah stop looking with those worried eyes

We're gonna make it we have to I promised kai

For my princess

The first day I met my ho

Never felt better bro

Made my dick hard in the park is where I let her go

I let her know shes the one that I love

I got her on the roads by my side in the clubs

It's love and I knew it from the start

I never feel safe when me and hers apart like

Rah she really got me sprung

She got me cooking beef and you know she's having some

My mum don't like her she can't stay in my drum

If I was without her my life would be done

Plus she helps me eat when I'm in need of some funds

Shes the main reason I'm the g I've become

She goes hood to hood shes well known in the slums

I love her and I need her so I squeeze her for fun

You know it cuts me deep

Whenever she is gone

You need a girl like mine if you live where I'm from

I like the strong hoes pretty with a long nose

She gets gritty always with me when I'm on road

So I like to spoil her

Rub her down and oil her

She don't f with punks cause they seem to avoid her

Shes thuggish she only f's with thugs

She don't want my dna so when we fuck I wear my gloves

Like trust shes mine and I'm proud

I got the type of girl'll have your head up in the clouds

I love it when we bang bang

I make her scream loud

She goes round after round she makes sound after sound

I could fuck her standing up or lying on the ground

There's always excitement whenever she's around

For her I'm a fiend if you know what I mean

Before we hit the roads she likes to go in my jeans

She likes to roll with the team

Pretty little thing I make you roll for the cream

Look, look

So check this when she's gone I get restless

Cause I need her and I want a new necklace

And she gets me what I want no exceptions

Your pissing in the wind if you think I'm gonna back down

I'd rather grab my pistol and bang out

I'm official with the pistol man down

Thirty goons came to bridge and ran out

I had to tell my youngers stand down

These pricks didn't bring sticks they brought planks out

How you gonna bring wood to a gun fight

And get run up out the hood dumb guys

Internet murderers with no burner

My younger slap the ting like ike turner

Don't you know we eat beef like a nice burger

Big mac with extra cheese will get your lights turned out

So it's best you turn your life around

Or end up with your guys in the ground

I'm fed up with this messing about

It's about time we brought this weaponry out

I really struggle you don't know fam

See a young face with the eyes of a old man

To try and stay alive is the program

We probably won't survive in this life if we don't bang

Got nothing but love for my whole gang

Please release my thugs from that coke can

We'd probably all be broke if don't slang

That's why I'm shotting o's on the road fam

F the jokes no jokes you don't know man

Provoke man hold slugs and we hold man

F swords we bang this ain't konan

But in jail get a uh in your throat fam

We all bleed that's the slogan

Slugs will tear through your vest like hogan

I'm not impressed I'm depressed cause I hold grams

So I slow dance with my gun to some slow jams

Yeah get it in

Bag grams and start pebbling peddle it

Rob man for the grands and a box of sniff

The glock bangs if a man tries to touch my shit

What fam don't you know who your fucking with

Swag got me ot got you bitch sucking dick

Money got them looking funny and I'm fing loving it

F looking bummy these man are on some other shit

These man are tryna cover it

Ain't saying that I'm rich cause I'm not but I hustle kid

Slow dough is better than no dough believe that

Solo run up in his home bro and eat stacks

I need that I got a princess to feed fam

So when my doughs low we run up on the weed man

I pull my uh for the p's fam

Get it anyway all day in the streets damn

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