Krept & Konan - Fire In The Booth Part II lyrics

[Krept] Me and Kone nearly out of the hood, what a miracle Music money now and we ain't even at our pinnacle A little message to you wanna be criminals If you dont wanna get sky'd, little man move digital I'm from a hood where it's hot Around serial k**ers, the lot Get more than a coco if it pops Say cheerio if you slip on that block You can have a lucky charm or not When it pop it will shreddies top The hood wear trapstar move coco rocks Better have some golden balls so you don't get robbed I'm done with the ghetto life, and I'm saying for good Drink on my top is the only time I stay in the hood I ain't tryna be back shotting Word to your girls ma**age, I ain't tryna be back robbin They say Krept I holla, but I just get air from you Yea cos that's when I was low, I couldn't hear from you Now you holla cos I'm doin my ting Your I fool I got fans so you wanna be cool Now they wanna holla, but only cos' they struggle You want a verse from me, but they ain't getting f** all They ain't getting nothin', they weren't there through my hustle Weren't there when we built this empire from rubble (Perfect) So leave man And when I bust, I don't wanna' see man The hood's Lethal B', I just wanna' leave it Get hit with the 2-2 now, you'll be sleeping A little message to you non-believer's I came from the hood that's peakest Sold out shows, clothes, genius I made a yearly wage off features I notice they're saying we copped views The only views that we paid for was a box in the O2 (Perfect) We had millions of views before Otis And we're still getting millions now if you didn't notice Always had Faith, so it's no Biggie They're booking us in festivals with P Diddy Come a long way from selling that green sticky P's we had many implants like Niki (Niki) They're saying that our music's changed, really? (Really?) They're saying that we only in it for the Lizzie? (Lizzie?) Yeah, of course we are silly Last PRS cheque could of bought you a Mini (Mini) Listen carefully, to my bars mate They say Audi do it, listening to R8′s Did I eat a dictionary (No), the way I muller beats Well I must have, 'ca they're booking me (Get it?) I used to worry bout the trap fam Now I'm self made I gotta' worry 'bout the tax man (Tax man) And now they wanna know our money (Money) We make a k**ing doll, call that Chuckie Stop indirecting and taking digs I'm here The only thing I'll dig is a grave for your career Yeah, or what's left of it Half of its dead already, well I'll put in the rest of it An' about his boys wanna challenge Get a name off me with no buzz, have some manners How can I start on a beginner I know you need a hand, so ima' start by giving you my middle finger (finger) Went Uni for my mother and for my sis to follow steps of her big brother 'Cos I never had a role model and that's dead true The only model I had was in my bedroom You don't ring ping or text me pagans Only wanna' holla when it's music related If I never did music, you wouldn't holla, so next time you go to contact me, don't bother Don't smile up in my face I know you can't stand me and you only act cool 'cos I might come in handy And that includes relatives You don't really give a f** And only do 'ca I sell a bit Main course eating, next to them jibs You don't wanna see that side, so don't eff with my chips (Don't) Ya' dig, all about the pound We're the money circle but we don't play round (Round) I grew up Asda, mans spitting riddles Why you think my money ain't Lidl? Them broke rappers talking about money (Money) Telling me your paralysed like [a cripple] Pinging me she miss me Man what a bummer Cos I don't miss her back, so I just BBM hug her (Hug her) They don't get gyal, them man are liars Prank calls the only time them man see privates With a chick listening to Tinie Tempah in the set She pa**ed out after getting frisky in my bed I sit down and wonder man, are we up next? I won't stop until I'm gone and they Discovery's the best You catch that all? If not, keep up That's why you need Krept on your feature (Feature) Now Wretch inspires me 'ca He made money off Black and White and didn't need a zebra I could never 8, cos I ain't got time 2 I'd rather make a 16 for a nice tune (Nice tune) I bet that went over your head man If you don't know your maths then you won't understand Kone remember when we never had a bill on us (Yeah?) Now we go out and the bill on us (Yeah) Feds still stop us But we don't penny them coppers (Coppers) And I used to think if you wasn't gangster you weren't cool (Cool) And now I think if you wanna' be a gangster you're a fool (Fool) To get up out the hood fam I can't wait (Can't Wait) I'm sick of this heartache (Heartache) They listen to our link up then go down south and say we're liars, but not once did I claim to be pias (No) The whole point was saying how this world's got us misguided 'Cos I'm chasing desires And how it's got us slippin' Music, money, lusting over women It's hard to not sin when every bodies sinning God willing I don't die without being forgiven [Konan] I grew up doing wrong, probably why I write a lot Always getting faded, people round 'ere die a lot Tryna' stay focused, so I drive a lot Sleeping with girls that I'll probably get tired of I know they all wonder how we got this close Used to watch wrestling, now we do big shows You can get yourself wrapped tryna diss KO Girls wanna see my BB's like the kids show Now I'm up early but I sleep late Listening to the weekend on a weekday In primary I used to be the rock when we play Now most of my road dogs seek Kane Living life fast, now you wanna link up But wasn't there when I was behind bars I can tell by their faces they love my aura Fire in the booth, didn't even have to warm up (Perfect) Living in the now But when you really in it, all you really want is out Free clothes, free kicks, all I do is talk foul My ex says I talk bull, but she's just a silly cow Yeah, and I be smiling at my angry times And at my lowest, still tryna' be a family guy And I don't listen to these guys and their lies 'Cos they don't move big coke, they just fantasise Straight out of the hood Now they got their eyes on me everywhere I look Tryna' make that good music, all I needed was a push They say I punch too much, but what's a song with out a hook? So I don't let it get in top of me They hope I fall off, so they can get the drop on me Feds want me in a can, pagans wanna' bottle me Don't wanna' start me off, 'cos there ain't no stopping me And watch your friends, 'cos they'll stab you in the back I tried to back him, he let them stab me in my back A millimetre from my organ, yeah it coulda' been a wrap Thank God, 'cos I nearly never made it outta' that And watch these girls, 'cos they'll line you up She told me link her on the phone, I was driving up Three youths jumped out the bush, I thought my time was up I had to ditch my whip, 'cos the pricks stabbed my tyres up 'Cos in my city of god you aren't safe You could get left with a scarface 'Cos there ain't no safe house or panic rooms Even good fella's wanna be shottas too Bad boys walking round with lethal weapons That will have you gone in like sixty seconds Feds want you locked down like your half brother 'Cos they know what you did last summer (Perfect)