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fire in the booth - charlie sloth lyrics

[verse 1: puffy l’z]
i seen these n*ggas switch up
these n*ggas wasn’t with us
seen my brothers face like it’s the good news missed us
praying to allah that he protects us and he lifts us
and revenge is only right, may he forgive us
talk about the struggle, but we live that sh*t
talk about the pain, we really spill that sh*t
my n*ggas lost they minds, they on pills and sh*t
and if you disrespect my bro, i’ll get you k!lled and pitched
i can’t deal with snakes
gotta watch out for undercover, while i fill my plate
the game’s f*cked they say, but it’s f*ck what they say
i’m just tryna stay paid, they tryna tell me, “no way”
but i don’t care what they say
mama need a new crib, and i’ma get it today
it is what it is, my n*gga. how could i wait?
the stress and the pain, got me changing my ways
this sh*t hurtin’ my brain, i just gotta stay sane
p*ssy n*ggas livin’ and the real n*ggas dying
said a b*tch is at their funeral, they be crying
timeless, the hood keep rewindin’
immune to the sirens, i’m numb to the violence
my dudes keep on wildin’, like broski let me fly him
a lotta mothers crying, they baby felt the [?}
a lotta hustlers, these fiends ain’t buying
been to more funerals then graduations, i ain’t lying
tracksuits for my whole gang, we runnin’ the city
heard something crazy like a b*tch n*gga want me
he know where to find me, but he don’t wanna see me
see my n*ggas bleed, i don’t care if you [?]
lost my right hand at 19, he could only feel me
you don’t know how it feels to wash and bury your brother
i love him like no other, and i put that on my mother
it gets cold in my city, but i’m hot like the summer
and what doesn’t k!ll you, only makes you stronger
my lil’ homie holds the [?], tryna get his money longer
harassed by the d’s, and the [?], tav, by police
the streets is a mess, but he ain’t off of that
his last couple guaps, he made a stack
on top of that, they can’t stop calling back
records he setting, the fiends still need it
he told me let’s get it, them other n*ggas dreamin’
get it for brothers that’s locked up
hope to see my brothers in heaven
puffy take no l’s, i turn my losses to lessons
came from the park, man, i’m talkin’ them trenches
and i been a starter, never came off them benches
ring, ring, capo’s calling collect
said he needs a pack, let me call to connect
you n*ggas chasing fame, i’m getting money and respect
you n*ggas do it for the ‘gram and never for the set
[verse 2: smoke dawg]
back in the trap, i feel good again
just flew a wuss with my hooligans
we been gettin’ money, we ain’t new to this
get my youngin’ a strap, he ain’t losin’ it
a nine pack, he know to do with it
turn a half to a whole then we movin’ it
30 boppa that’s a movie script
we got zombie tips up in that movie clip
sp n*ggas love to shoot at sh*t
if you want war, we gon’ swap it out
no drive*bys, we gon’ walk it out
if we catch him slippin’, we gon’ chalk ’em out
you can come to my trap house, if wanna see what i’m talkin’ about
got my nuts in your b*tch mouth
i don’t give a f*ck what she talkin’ ’bout
10 stacks for the chain
reach for, get flamed
a hundred percent on the aim
my youngin’ will k!ll for a name
we stay awaited in traffic, posted up with automatics
n*ggas know i stay rappin’
don’t get fooled by this trap sh*t
still posted up on the block
30k up in the knot
n*ggas know how we rock
these balmains hold my glock
these b*tches still give me the drop
can’t put my trust in no thot, ’cause they be f*ckin’ with opps
and we ain’t takin’ no loss
i fell in love with the pot, uncut get it raw
i put my trust in the soft, we double up when it’s hard
free my n*ggas behind bars, capo he a shooting guard
they say i’m a shooting star
these b*tches know who we are
hundreds stay tucked in the mattress, bricks stashed in the attic
young n*ggas make it happen
trap house doing backflips
stretch a pot like gymnastic, then we wrap it in plastic
wrap it up in some plastics
[verse 3: puffy l’z]
2017, all the n*ggas hyped up
say they married to the game, they ain’t wifed up
coming from my city, n*gga, we the livest ones
came up in the game to change the game like we iverson
we used to hoop, coach told us just to get buckets
our n*ggas ballin’ in these streets, serving to them buckets
if not a hoop dream, we on the nice scene
we like our b*tches like our whips, different colour ice creams
we need to get it pr*nto, he need to get it pr*nto
i need that range rover, he need a new condo
this [?] is so auto, [?] nocciano
john like picasso
do magic like orlando
more keys than piano, colder than gelato
free my brother capo out the f*ckin’ you know
maple leaf n*ggas, we need a [?]
we got more bars than mars, n*gga, get it bruno
huh, yo, check it, ah, check it, check it
you do it for the snap, you do it for the snap
once you pull that hammer out, n*gga, ain’t no going back
better stand and clap, like an ovation
you giving whole statements
that’s a whole statement
never had a coach, whole team going crazy
thinking ’bout this next play, i might catch a flagrant
started from the bas*m*nt
never say halal when you chewing on that bacon
know some top ‘malis, then i know some top jamaicans
never been fakin’, you just been hating
heard your lil’ diss, tryna for some ratings
please, tell me what you saying?
everybody hates chris, but everybody loves raymond
life is unfair, gotta get it how you can
get it where you fit in, n*gga
you should know the plan
and when you asking about my squad, you know where i stand
capo, n*gga, don’t forget the ano gang
[verse 4: smoke dawg]
h*lla [?], h*lla [?]
hand and hand and hand and hand
i will never tell my mans
forever lying on a stand
i still get it for the low
still get it for my bros
n*ggas know how it goes
we f*ckin’ all of these hoes
safe movin’ out the bando
puffy still by the rabba
we ready for this drama
you know more money, more problems
‘rari still towing that up
just to make sure that we straight
you know i need me a wraith
need a mansion by the lake
free my bro from the case
we still duckin’ all these jakes
i feel like ace on the chase
most of these n*ggas is fake
b*tch, i could flex in my sleep
ot, make 10k a week
she said she like the way i speak
’cause the rollie match my t**th
red bottoms on my feet
we drippin’, drippin’ in designer now
range rovers, where we ride around
think twice on my side of town
opps saying that we hiding, how?
we did a show on the side of town
my n*ggas we pull up, we flexin’
versace, versace, the necklace
my lifestyle so expensive
you come ’round, better check in
’cause all of my n*ggas be pressin’
cause all of my hitters be pressin’

- charlie sloth lyrics

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