BBC Radio - Fire in the Booth lyrics

[Verse 1] Tryna' reach them stars Reach them galaxies Told her come along Ain't no fantasy You can live your dreams with me We riding Then watch the mileage Speeding like I get you high Get you o' so high Ain't no coming down When I roll one We smoke a whole one Me and shawty hit the zone And she got no clothes on Waking up early hitting that O zone Been getting them O's gone They wanna bring me down I won't come down I won't come down I won't stop, no no No taking flights I've been up late for nights Just tryna make it right These papers lie Satan in disguise But still I be chasing mine Music's like my saviour I was lost and doing some major crime Them police was raiding mines And hunting my n******gs for blazing nines I roll another one Then smoke another one Cause I been on these streets Man, for way too long Yeah, I've been out here on the road Now the music is the plug And I'ma sell this sh** To the whole f**ing world, yeah I've been up on that grind, yeah Put that on my life, yeah They calling up my line, yeah But I swear I ain't got time, yeah From the show to the studio These groupie hoes wanna slide, yeah Three cities in one night, yeah I've got different weeds in my high, yeah Been about that life, yeah Coming up from them drive-by's Man leaning out that ride, yeah All my n******gs doing time, yeah Lost a couple of my n******gs Word to my n******gs I'm gonna shine, yeah Stepping off in ice, yeah It's about to be that time, yeah Zoning out What's she talking 'bout Waking up pebbling Hitting that west side That's where I order low Roll up and smoke it down She smoking too Roll up and smoke a zook We go out whipping in a foreign cook Like she wanted to I told her I'm hitting that O song Now she tryna come along She f**ing with the kid She can't wait to get alone I grew up on the strip I'm tryna get the money for the O's Don't give a f** about your click n***a I came out with my woes, yeah Like with my woes In that whip I want With that b**h I want And she know when we hit that road We gon' hit that zone With my woes, yeah Yeah I pull up with my woes, yeah Like with my woes In that whip I want With that b**h I want And she know when we hit the zone I'ma hit that zone With my woes I pull up with my woes, yeah Verse 2: It's more than music, homie The streets won't do it for me How many times I got to roll out With this Luger on me Police all around me I'm still para with this food up on me I don't want your ratings I'm just stating what the truth is, homie Lost my best friend to these streets This sh** was hard for me Feeling like everything around me Fell apart homie Still I'm tryna find a way See, I don't know where to start, homie Coming up out that dark, homie You can see them scars on me Pushing all my chips And I swear that I go all out Drama with these b**hes Making couple n******gs fall out Wonder where my God's at Does he hear me when I call out Them prayers ain't getting answered Got me thinking what it's for now They're plotting on me Preeing on me Them n******gs scheme I've been out rapping Been out trapping Still with the team And Charlie this ain't feeling real I mean it's been a dream But still I'm out here Tryna stretch this yay far like a limousine So f** what you heard I've been out trapping on the curbs Tryna make it work Still turning nina's into birds It's like you do what you got to do To make it what it's worth Without the risk there's no reward So I'm still ready for the worst f** the lyrics on my iPhone I lost at one of my shows My lifeline's on my line phone And pagans hope I die slow, yeah Wherever I go They clock me like the timezone sh** how's Skepta running grime When I'm still king here in my zone She said we wouldn't make it Off the streets and off the corner Smoking marijuana Now I'm feeling like a sauna I remember my mum would warn us [?] spliffs whenever she caught us One day you'll be addicted sh**, now look at me with this quarter Ain't got time for a part time I'm working on the anthem Running around with the mandem Ain't nobody understand 'em Peng ting in my bed at night She way above the average Plus she know just where my head's at Without putting up in that She said, "you'll make it for your people" But damn these streets are evil These road are so deceitful Had me moving like I lost it That burner in my pocket In their ends like f** the gossip My finger on the trigger Yeah, it's too deep for me to drop it Most these n******gs never done sh** This beef is just a cycle The realest, they inside Without their life They with the lifers Man, I never seen it coming, yeah Looking at what My people come from Luton This ain't f**ing London I've been on my grind so long I swear my head hurts Putting in that legwork Everyday until that ped word All the mandem raving I'm like damn, I want that bread first Building my connections Like that signal on my network I want neckwork for the music They ask me what I'm doing Smoking too much weed And putting P's into this nuisance Man, there ain't no shortcuts I do this sh** properly f**ing out these shows So you can holla if you want me See, I started from the bottom But the team they with my bruddah On the road all through the winter I had no sense with just some youngers Searching for that money Moving up without a compa** They say save up them pennies If you tryna reach them hundreds So we did just what they told us We're not lacking for the paper Just breakouts for them haters Serving comments like they waiters Attempts to slow me down Them attempts are getting baiter I just wanna be rich I want it sooner rather than later I get it on, I had to switch lanes It's slowing from them disc brakes Go wherever it takes Just to make it out this sh** place And I don't even rap no more I'm making music I'm pulling up with some shooters Got promoters moving stupid All the people around me ruthless Where do you think I got this eye from A nice guy, still a wise guy Whenever I'm on Them police and sirens Got me running for my life, don I'm spending all this time on Just tryna make that right song My views, I'm getting over that You hear my views, I'm getting older, at Someone should really try and hold me back I'm heading out of town Just for the week but I'll be back soon Staring in my face They're probably thinking, "he's that rap goon" I'm trapping I'm trapping Cause I don't know what else to do When it gets harder When nobody's tryna help you Fed up of the system And that sh** we born up into I know you'll understand If you've been through what I've been through