J HUS - Fire in the booth
(Conversation)
(Verse 1: J Hus)
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I can't get away, she can't get away either
Now were outchea doing stick-ups shes my getaway driver
Hanging out the window, I love the thrill, I love the feeling
You can tell its me cos my woolly hats leaning
Bag full of money and a chick thats down to ride for him
Thats all a brother really needs in this life of sin
I stepped out the smart car, old shaped huaraches on
Smelling like the dankest piff, shout-out my yardie don
J hus boogy dance, when I get my party on
Ayo my yute where you get your carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me, I was smiling wid him
J Hus pa** by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper (Tinie Tempah)
I just heard your wifey riddem
You gon' have a tiny temper (yo)
I used to ride for the 15
Yeah im really from here
Grind till I gone clear
You only grind for that Moncler
Seen my mother drop tears
No it doesnt stop there
Life they say its not fair
Trap hard we dont pop squares
No (no no no no no no nooo no)
You either pray or you get prayed on
Let me show you where i came from
This the belly of the beast
Were robbing bellies in the east
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I swear I love you and hate you at the same time
I can't get away, she can't get away either
Now were outchea doing stick-ups shes my getaway driver
(Conversation)
(Verse 2: J Hus)
I got my knees in the dirt, blood on my hands
Tears in my eyes but the years made me wise
d**h around the corner so i fear for my life
But they dont love me so i dont wanna hear all the lies
And if i wait for a bring-in
Ill be waiting till the cows come home
Ive been through a thousand phones
Long time i ain't been crib now it feels like my house ain't home
And bigman wanna ride on me
I tell em go and grind for your daughter
Big sticks in a mans face
Boom Boom turn a man water
My life spans shorter
Extra bells in my pocket when im coming with them tings
Jummah on a friday to wash away the sins
And plus my section baiter
Clap man first ask questions later
I know Burna Boy i dont know Whizkid
Draw for his tool he will turn a boy liquid
They wanna try man, are you kidding me
Im rolling with a big ting thats bigger than Likkle T
Stay away from me, atleast arms length
And when youre talking olders your talking past tense (yo)
I dont look up to noone
No new beef so ill cook up the old one
Im in no mans land in the coldest districts
My dons flip z's and be throwing biscuits
Feds got me ducking and diving
I dont understand how were f**ing surviving
I gotta link the plug but i might be delayed
Feds taking mugshots for ID parade
I really should be outchea tryna make mills
Instead im in a cell eating microwaved meals (yo)
Riding out ain't paying me
But they went and put my bro up in A&E
I can't sit back, I got two guys with me
Kick back, make a brudda move like Grizzy
Bare live corn in a four door truck
If i came earlier i would have saw more luck
North Face jacket same one from the crib session
Tryna catch an M Dargg (dawg) you can hold 67
I knew i had to wise up from early
Trap money got my bruddas riding in Burberry (what)
Oh my what a journey
20 man ducking like i got the lurgies (what)
You can run but you can't hide(what)
I had to show them my dark side
Mum told me love turns boys into men
For the love of the money i got boys in the pen
(Conversation)
(Verse 3: J Hus)
Dead broke, sitting on my last tenner
Pray one day that my life will get far better
f** beefing with these cowards and neeks
Three hours asleep
And i ain't showered in weeks (im on my grind baby)
Robberies or selling packs
Mummy went through hell and back
I love you with my heart
But i dont ever tell you that
Im on my grind i can't afford to stay
But im only one phone call away (ahh)
The hustles got me breaching bail
I need grub, I need scales
Im pissed off that p's in jail (ahh)
Plus i lost all my p's aswell
And my uncle keeps telling me i need a girl
To teach me how to be a man
But he won't ever understand
That ive already tried this before
She got on her knees, and said she never tried this before
Then she lied even more
And told me that she loves me, and we broke all the rules
Nah we dont abide by the law but shes a dutty gyal
And i can never trust you again
You said it was love, love till the end
f** that J Hus unattractive
Man will bun a fat spliff and get f**in active (uh)
Spent half of a grand, for this dotty in the palm of my hand
But this werent part of the plan
Cos im from city of newham
Where ill bore my old friends like i never even knew 'em
Like we never used to play in the park
Youll get blazed when i bark
But your memory will stay in my heart
Thats how things go
I got rushed last week the same day i let my ting go (ahh)
That means hes here for a real reason
Cos he never got hit and hes still breathing
Shots won't get sent from the car
Ill let my ting go then repent to Allah
Long time long time I ain't been jummah
Outchea outchea chasing this mullah
One day ill leave this whole life and practise Islam
Cos the music and trap its haram, no more straps in the palm
Mums crying i keep telling her to stay calm
Even though her son got gripped by the shaitan (satan)
Boogy with the devil with my shades on
J Hus astalababy
(Conversation)
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