Lirik Lagu Fire In The Booth - Dave
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You know what time it is when you hear this right?Yeah, shout out Charlie alwaysLet's get them famListen, I meanLet's get 'em DaveLook
The other day someone said I was fake, I nearly lost my mindI'm out on a grindFor what? I put in so much time for what?The fame don't impress me, I'll still get activeLike Jet Li, I'm tryna stay balanced like ah, music is a mythAnd every song I make is getting easier to stray from the message that I bring to the table, you ain't eating if your friends ain't eating withDickheads, '09 take me backI lost two grand last week and didn't make it backAnd teachers wonder why I don't work wellI'm broke as hellThe music made me known as wellSo I invested in crow and shellsCause where I'm from, you slip, you're getting poked as wellSo, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebelsThis crow's got a bag of bass and you're a bag of trebleHow can I listen to a man who ain't playing when you talk about the game from the side like Gary NevilleI'm involved, I'm on a pitch, I'm a centre midI don't need to send for kidsI'll turn up where your college or centre isAnd send you sixYou dickhead, I've let so many violations slide GGuys don't like meAnd now they wanna get a name and waiting with a bitch like try me, try me, try me, try meAnd watch what the outcome isI'm a mix between Heath Ledger and Malcolm XOutspoken but I don't make senseCause one day it's put the knives down or put the peace signs up, the next day I'm at your home insteadAll for my pride and respectI bought my man a TekThameside days getting calls at like 9, it's a messI put time in my craft, an hour in my coursework and nine in my barsYou don't know about grinding my dogI put my life in my artMy life on the line for my margeReal rap, she put life in my heart, I give nothing lessIf the truth hurts, I like being lied toI can't deal with issues in the ways that I would like toIt's funny how I've always got a text to reply toThat's why I went and got three lines, that's a HaikuParanoia got me stressing, man I'm thinking that they're planning SLR, I've got a cannonI ain't taking photos, I'm aiming at your bros and taking shots like TenerifeThen I'm out the door like I just got a shot for 10 of eachPride will be the end of meI'll just lose my cool and lose a tool over petty beefYou couldn't comprehend it GLife has been an F-eryColour scheme's greyGot me questioning my God and all the times I've said graceWretch Miller, I set paceI've ducked youths down, I had to run the same dayAsk Serg, ask Temmy, I'm just venting on a lowAnd me plus four might just turn up at your showMe watching in a venue, man we're leaving with your soulI ain't tweeting little hoesI need my P's to come and growAll these catties on the roads, in and out, they come and goFor a month they wanna knowSo I send them to my brosWho gives a damn about my age, watch my energy and flowI give none of it to girls cause the one I have is special, like a lover and a friend to meYou send for her, you send for meLet a girl try it, man a chick can catch fire like Katniss EverdeenNo chicks can catch fire like any one of my ex girlsMe, I couldn't breath, I needed space, that was ex hellHow can I wish my ex well, I've still got ex hateBryson Tiller I was tryna see my ex changeI'm Scott Summers now, nothing but an ex manStill tryna test my brain in the A.M, that's an examThen it's on to a next man, still scarred by my ex hoesCould show her true colours in a photo, that's an exposeSo how could you ever bad me? I had my brothers and I never had meHow could you ever bad me?If I made 6 bills I gave my right hand 3, and told my brothers no snitchingStill I, got some good friends I couldn't put in that positionDoes it mean that we're neek so we're different, cause my G's have ambitionPast the streets we see past the imageCause you're the last friend by the grave of the prison hallAnd you're the first friend to tell 'em to be a criminalThe young G just died you're wondering whyIt was you who gave him drugs and a knife, it was youIt was you and now your pissed because he caught another caseWhen you practically walked him to the gateBe careful who you step withYour gang, they were talking to your graveThe road I'm walking is a maze, six paths like the sageHad me in and out of raves, with a flicker on my waistTo give a fuck if it's winter I'll catch him slipping in the rainAnd my man thought that I was slipping on the trainBut he's pissed because I've always got a dipper or a chainI ain't a witness to the jakesI'm tryna put an image in the frame for the lyrics that I've written on the pageThe way I'm living isn't fakeThem man wanna G check me, but can't do it to my faceCause I've got killers in the cageShow, party or a rave I bring gorillas on the stageThere ain't a rapper or a singer in my lane, a musician in my leagueYou man wouldn't believe that we've lost half our G's to jealousy and greedAnd me I think it was the weed, cause them boy there fell offThe same guys that used to come around and eat jollofWe're in cunch making no profit, 2 grand off of cash points making no lossesAnd if they put me in a station then it's no comment, no comment, no commentThey can keep me to the sunrise, from littering to gun crimeThe code that I live by I die byMan you give your life for you can get skyed by, served like a drive byYah I meant drive thru like how? what? why? who?Take you off the map and have your mother thinking why youI've done so much wrong just so I can make the right moveThey're still tryna draw me out, these yout's need to sort it outNo one believes the stuff you claimed to have doneYou're on Snapchat, I'm on Radio 1What don't you get about this?I made my mummy smileI took myself to uni man I made my mother proudYou was in and out of town doing, cunch for an older, probably didn't see a poundYou want beef I give cows, better yet I give herdsAsk Jussy, ask SergeI'm the realest guy around, so bang your doors up and downThat's when Whitemoor, Swaleside, Belmarsh, Isis, Acat, Lifeus, Skells and yeaYou know the rest innit
Free my brothersGet meMan like SantandaveOi Charlie, let the beat run, let the beat run, we're gonna run into the next one famJeezOi, shout out my brothersYou, my friend, are an absolute beast cuzMan's 17 you knowShout out to [?] in production manOiOi, my brothersOiGet meJeezCertain rappers calling my phone already saying enough already man, enough already
My mum, she taught me to be self sufficientShe always said to put power in your selfShe shared her hours and and her wealth, so I could stand here and share this wisdomWorked 3 jobs and a little wage, from her youth to her middle ageAnd that was all so I could study right and live okayWhen it was Cookham Wood and LittleheyI know my mum she didn't breakStill 4:30 dinner madeLets talk about your system thenLets talk about our place in hereLets talk about our prisons thenWhen we're so stuck in london people blind we only see the endsOut of 63 million, blacks only make 3 percentAnd we have no say, when you think, cause you refuse to voteLike Conservative policies ain't been a problem for the yutes on roadAnd Rapz is doing lawHe sat down on the floor and watched it, 2 members of a jury, in a courtPlaying noughts and crosses bored as hellThey gave him guilty in that court aswellDidn't focus on the case, but he's in jail I guess that all is wellNo incentive to pay attention for a jury the system didn't payWhen most of them are bored, white, out of touch and middle-agedLike "What on earth's a stabbing? Oh my god I hope the kid's okay""Please take him of the streets, for my children and my sister's sake"They don't need to see the details, cause he's young, black and guilty"He's got a gold tooth and a tracksuit, send him to jail he's gonna kill me"We feel, misrepresentedBut you chose to jump on twitter over petitions and referendums, I swear to god I'll never get thisYou, claim to be active, when I know that you won't make a changeYou'd rather go to district with some bitches and then make it rainI know some real real guys that own yards and never splashed on carsLike Atif and Wasif who are still working hard in London when they've got properties in PakistanI swear that they're my inspirationWe're the generation that's infiltrating all these different placesAnd we're the generation who mould and craft how the system changesBlack doctors, Arab judges we just need a little patienceNah we just need a little strengthThis isn't for the upper class, this is for everyone that lives in debtThat mortgages and bills effectThat work away and live in sweatFor every single prisoner that comes home just to reoffendNot for any single dad that left, for every single mum insteadFor every trapstar that bangs stars and works the ends to earn some breadI flirt with death and cuddle life, I work this penLong Lartin I work a penI heard the devil cursed these ends that took my brothers, hurt my friendsWe lost our freedom and our livesAnd if you think I'm telling liesRight, it's a 20 minute drive and then we have a city filled with lifeBig business, flashing lights, two completely different sidesJuxtaposed from guns and knivesThey buy some clothes we clutch a knifeFor different reasons, most for prideOne fucking [?] in this ride, like humpty dumpty have you friedI hope you got money on your mind, but ours and theirs it's different typesTryna show you man the light (tryna show you man the light)Listen
The other day someone said I was fake, I nearly lost my mindI'm out on a grindFor what? I put in so much time for what?The fame don't impress me, I'll still get activeLike Jet Li, I'm tryna stay balanced like ah, music is a mythAnd every song I make is getting easier to stray from the message that I bring to the table, you ain't eating if your friends ain't eating withDickheads, '09 take me backI lost two grand last week and didn't make it backAnd teachers wonder why I don't work wellI'm broke as hellThe music made me known as wellSo I invested in crow and shellsCause where I'm from, you slip, you're getting poked as wellSo, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebelsThis crow's got a bag of bass and you're a bag of trebleHow can I listen to a man who ain't playing when you talk about the game from the side like Gary NevilleI'm involved, I'm on a pitch, I'm a centre midI don't need to send for kidsI'll turn up where your college or centre isAnd send you sixYou dickhead, I've let so many violations slide GGuys don't like meAnd now they wanna get a name and waiting with a bitch like try me, try me, try me, try meAnd watch what the outcome isI'm a mix between Heath Ledger and Malcolm XOutspoken but I don't make senseCause one day it's put the knives down or put the peace signs up, the next day I'm at your home insteadAll for my pride and respectI bought my man a TekThameside days getting calls at like 9, it's a messI put time in my craft, an hour in my coursework and nine in my barsYou don't know about grinding my dogI put my life in my artMy life on the line for my margeReal rap, she put life in my heart, I give nothing lessIf the truth hurts, I like being lied toI can't deal with issues in the ways that I would like toIt's funny how I've always got a text to reply toThat's why I went and got three lines, that's a HaikuParanoia got me stressing, man I'm thinking that they're planning SLR, I've got a cannonI ain't taking photos, I'm aiming at your bros and taking shots like TenerifeThen I'm out the door like I just got a shot for 10 of eachPride will be the end of meI'll just lose my cool and lose a tool over petty beefYou couldn't comprehend it GLife has been an F-eryColour scheme's greyGot me questioning my God and all the times I've said graceWretch Miller, I set paceI've ducked youths down, I had to run the same dayAsk Serg, ask Temmy, I'm just venting on a lowAnd me plus four might just turn up at your showMe watching in a venue, man we're leaving with your soulI ain't tweeting little hoesI need my P's to come and growAll these catties on the roads, in and out, they come and goFor a month they wanna knowSo I send them to my brosWho gives a damn about my age, watch my energy and flowI give none of it to girls cause the one I have is special, like a lover and a friend to meYou send for her, you send for meLet a girl try it, man a chick can catch fire like Katniss EverdeenNo chicks can catch fire like any one of my ex girlsMe, I couldn't breath, I needed space, that was ex hellHow can I wish my ex well, I've still got ex hateBryson Tiller I was tryna see my ex changeI'm Scott Summers now, nothing but an ex manStill tryna test my brain in the A.M, that's an examThen it's on to a next man, still scarred by my ex hoesCould show her true colours in a photo, that's an exposeSo how could you ever bad me? I had my brothers and I never had meHow could you ever bad me?If I made 6 bills I gave my right hand 3, and told my brothers no snitchingStill I, got some good friends I couldn't put in that positionDoes it mean that we're neek so we're different, cause my G's have ambitionPast the streets we see past the imageCause you're the last friend by the grave of the prison hallAnd you're the first friend to tell 'em to be a criminalThe young G just died you're wondering whyIt was you who gave him drugs and a knife, it was youIt was you and now your pissed because he caught another caseWhen you practically walked him to the gateBe careful who you step withYour gang, they were talking to your graveThe road I'm walking is a maze, six paths like the sageHad me in and out of raves, with a flicker on my waistTo give a fuck if it's winter I'll catch him slipping in the rainAnd my man thought that I was slipping on the trainBut he's pissed because I've always got a dipper or a chainI ain't a witness to the jakesI'm tryna put an image in the frame for the lyrics that I've written on the pageThe way I'm living isn't fakeThem man wanna G check me, but can't do it to my faceCause I've got killers in the cageShow, party or a rave I bring gorillas on the stageThere ain't a rapper or a singer in my lane, a musician in my leagueYou man wouldn't believe that we've lost half our G's to jealousy and greedAnd me I think it was the weed, cause them boy there fell offThe same guys that used to come around and eat jollofWe're in cunch making no profit, 2 grand off of cash points making no lossesAnd if they put me in a station then it's no comment, no comment, no commentThey can keep me to the sunrise, from littering to gun crimeThe code that I live by I die byMan you give your life for you can get skyed by, served like a drive byYah I meant drive thru like how? what? why? who?Take you off the map and have your mother thinking why youI've done so much wrong just so I can make the right moveThey're still tryna draw me out, these yout's need to sort it outNo one believes the stuff you claimed to have doneYou're on Snapchat, I'm on Radio 1What don't you get about this?I made my mummy smileI took myself to uni man I made my mother proudYou was in and out of town doing, cunch for an older, probably didn't see a poundYou want beef I give cows, better yet I give herdsAsk Jussy, ask SergeI'm the realest guy around, so bang your doors up and downThat's when Whitemoor, Swaleside, Belmarsh, Isis, Acat, Lifeus, Skells and yeaYou know the rest innit
Free my brothersGet meMan like SantandaveOi Charlie, let the beat run, let the beat run, we're gonna run into the next one famJeezOi, shout out my brothersYou, my friend, are an absolute beast cuzMan's 17 you knowShout out to [?] in production manOiOi, my brothersOiGet meJeezCertain rappers calling my phone already saying enough already man, enough already
My mum, she taught me to be self sufficientShe always said to put power in your selfShe shared her hours and and her wealth, so I could stand here and share this wisdomWorked 3 jobs and a little wage, from her youth to her middle ageAnd that was all so I could study right and live okayWhen it was Cookham Wood and LittleheyI know my mum she didn't breakStill 4:30 dinner madeLets talk about your system thenLets talk about our place in hereLets talk about our prisons thenWhen we're so stuck in london people blind we only see the endsOut of 63 million, blacks only make 3 percentAnd we have no say, when you think, cause you refuse to voteLike Conservative policies ain't been a problem for the yutes on roadAnd Rapz is doing lawHe sat down on the floor and watched it, 2 members of a jury, in a courtPlaying noughts and crosses bored as hellThey gave him guilty in that court aswellDidn't focus on the case, but he's in jail I guess that all is wellNo incentive to pay attention for a jury the system didn't payWhen most of them are bored, white, out of touch and middle-agedLike "What on earth's a stabbing? Oh my god I hope the kid's okay""Please take him of the streets, for my children and my sister's sake"They don't need to see the details, cause he's young, black and guilty"He's got a gold tooth and a tracksuit, send him to jail he's gonna kill me"We feel, misrepresentedBut you chose to jump on twitter over petitions and referendums, I swear to god I'll never get thisYou, claim to be active, when I know that you won't make a changeYou'd rather go to district with some bitches and then make it rainI know some real real guys that own yards and never splashed on carsLike Atif and Wasif who are still working hard in London when they've got properties in PakistanI swear that they're my inspirationWe're the generation that's infiltrating all these different placesAnd we're the generation who mould and craft how the system changesBlack doctors, Arab judges we just need a little patienceNah we just need a little strengthThis isn't for the upper class, this is for everyone that lives in debtThat mortgages and bills effectThat work away and live in sweatFor every single prisoner that comes home just to reoffendNot for any single dad that left, for every single mum insteadFor every trapstar that bangs stars and works the ends to earn some breadI flirt with death and cuddle life, I work this penLong Lartin I work a penI heard the devil cursed these ends that took my brothers, hurt my friendsWe lost our freedom and our livesAnd if you think I'm telling liesRight, it's a 20 minute drive and then we have a city filled with lifeBig business, flashing lights, two completely different sidesJuxtaposed from guns and knivesThey buy some clothes we clutch a knifeFor different reasons, most for prideOne fucking [?] in this ride, like humpty dumpty have you friedI hope you got money on your mind, but ours and theirs it's different typesTryna show you man the light (tryna show you man the light)Listen
