Fire in the Booth Part 2 lyrics

[Beat 1: Pop]
I'm back out on my boss sh*t
I bet n*ggas 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 sh*t
I was looking at life in the dog pit
Looking at life and I dodged it
I was looking at guys like I was sh*t
I was Giggs, but now I'm just a number
Now I'm out on my sh*t 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 bast*rds
Touch them bast*rds
So f*ck them bast*rds
Got that Markarov
Man'll [???] on bast*rds
Wanna question Giggs?
I got the f*cking answers
f*cking bast*rds, I've had enough of [bast*rds]
Stop begging, you've had your f*cking chances
[Beat 2: Started from the Bottom]
All you fence youts watching from the ringside
I got contacts, n*ggas 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, p*ss it out and poo it
Where the f*ck's all my guerillas at
All you real n*ggas 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 sh*t, make n*ggas 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 f*cking G roll
This is how we set it
f*ck n*ggas man this is how we get it
Life of the famous getting paralytic
The haters so sorry, so apologetic
Man f*ck all them n*ggas that wanna challenger
n*ggas that be rolling on n*ggas with 40. caliber
f*ck all them hating arse n*ggas 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 n*ggas that wanna jam with a
n*gga that cabbages n*ggas cause I'm a cabbager
[Beat 3: f*ckin' 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 n*ggas b*tch 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 n*gga, no guy's the boss of me
Might catch me in the A Town with Flocka B
Strap game's a killer
n*gga 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 sh*t, 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 n*gga
Get your money out to feed your little daughter n*gga
And when you're in the trap with them junkies
Check the money cause you know they like to short a n*gga
You gotta build your little fortune n*gga
You're on your own, ain't nobody gonna support you n*gga
The street life, look where it brought a n*gga
Tryna teach n*ggas what the hustle done taught a n*gga
I scream hell no
Cause it's a hell hole
n*ggas think it's Seasame Street looking for Elmo
If you n*ggas stepping to me I let a shell go
Never knew that n*gga 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
n*gga can home from jail and got another chance
Man these n*ggas 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