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fire in the booth - deep green lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
we put the bricks in water
tryna invest dough into some bricks and mortar
what i done to my wrist is torture
fam i came a long way from that sh*tty corsa
now i’m in the benz, pulling up again
up six is a movement but it’s still an ends
i ain’t camping out when i’m in the tent
me and nigz in them plant pots, call us bill and ben
i make this booth go flash, bill and ted
set fire to the place then i bill a head
in the trap fam, i k!ll a z
serial k!ller cause i just k!lled a keg
ain’t no other rapper like green
tell ’em step in my shoes, put your legs in my jeans
high beams when they look at my t**th
matter of fact it ain’t flames, i be spitting ice cream
a n*gga tried to squeeze on me but his aim’s sh*t
straight mist fam, i swear it was a fake strizz
every day i prosper cah i take risks
i made pennies then i made jibs
i can find my co’s like spaghetti hoops
how you think i got loubs and giuseppe shoes?
i make that p stretch, something like that b*tch from incredibles
smoking on stardawg, shout to sevenhills
but i ain’t f*cking with the shatter or the edibles
big green sprouts looking vegetables
john said he’d rather yard weed, f*ck the chemicals
i be trapped in the trap
feeling like i’m in a race doing laps in the trap
and if this line goes dead
then it’s back to the gloves with the mask and the strap
i see them looking at the car keys
i see them looking at the 60 c demarquis
vvs jumping like kriss kross
i know they see the wristw*tch with no tick tock
no bt but i was in the backroom
breaking down bobby, had it looking like a sand dune
that’s a beige mountain
if i’ve gotta check my stack then that’s a day counting
[part ii]

[verse]
i went from bagging up scr*ps to wrapping up crack
now i’ve got big keys, i be trapping just fine
need about eighty bags for you to copy my shine
every day’s a deal, look i don’t need to get signed
no time to cotch, f*ck a movie and a pizza
i was on the block while them dudes was in ibiza
catch me dropping dots off to reuben and to lisa
i just took my watch and my cuban out the freezer
iced out, told these n*ggas “pipe down”
fully on job, look i ain’t f*cking with no time*outs
if only they could see what i do for p
presi or an oyster, i don’t like the jubilee
i used to watch base back when they played lumidee
back then i never had no money, it was new to me
now i’m in the cut distributing all this food to fiends
multitask, sipping on this maggie like i’m due to beat
real life, it ain’t a cartoon
pirellis on my whip, i bought my car loubs
i’m tryna sn*tch it out the water with this harpoon
the way it’s set it’s kinda looking a half*moon
but i started out broke on the block
dead line, had that charlie moving slow like a sloth
i couldn’t cope with a job
imagine me in tesco stacking up them corn*on*the*cobs
nah you couldn’t picture that
box of raw, give me that
whipping that, i’m flipping that
got these kitties ringing back
they say i’m nice with this flow, i bring my city back
these other n*ggas just a clown, they never did it fam
rap’s okay so i don’t know if i’ll quit
fans screenshot my snaps for their profile pics
i made flyboy smile when i told him “stop showing off”
diamonds dancing on him, looking like a rave’s going off
i get the roads buzzing
tugs tell me they relate from a distance, suttin like a fourth cousin
big zoot, cannabis i misuse
let me shout clack on the riddim and that’s for big huge
hey look i came a long way since i was in school
more time getting dashed out cah i’ve been rude
now i’m dripping in gold, i make it switch when it’s cold
my money’s at a stage where that sh*t couldn’t fold
but n*ggas see you’re getting dough, just start watching you
cah they’ve got that snake built in ’em like a nokia
known on the roads way before i turned popular
i tell the truth to fans but no comment to an officer
[part iii]

[verse]
i’m not about but i’m around
to make sure my set’s nice i spent thousands in the drought
started off with crumbs and built a mountain from an ounce
grew up in a goldmine, i saw potential like a scout
a troubled yute, i got in trouble for fun
class clown, teachers said i won’t amount to much
i remember plain as day, pops calling me a bum
now tell me how it felt to get a rollie off your son
been bad but i try to move good
second name green cah i used to move bud
told the cats “don’t ever use the stairs to shoot up”
cah that drug paraphernalia could leave a yute f*cked
rest in peace to u.g., my hat’s off to you g
from the jailhouse, man i knew you were a true g
i wish it wasn’t real like punk’d
but this world’s so f*cked cause aseal died young
i be smoking on a fat spliff, sipping on a magnum
thinking bout some mad sh*t whilst staring at my handgun
i shouldn’t be rolling with this ting
but until i’m out the game i can’t throw it in the bin
i need it with me, maggie got a n*gga feeling tipsy
but the jakes rolled through so i sobered up quickly
pat*downs g, i know they wan’ frisk me
but i ain’t sticking around, it’s too risky
so in the trap’s where you’ll find me
they nyammed out the pack so i’m bagging up nightly
i’ve got my sh*t patterned up nicely
patterned up my two yutes and patterned up wifey
fire in the booth, yeah it’s about time
but same time g i’m lucky that i found time

- deep green lyrics

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