Showbiz & A.G. - Bars in the Booth lyrics

[Intro: A.G.] Uh Yeah ya know what it is Show & A.G Bars in the Booth Premier was here, huh South Bronx baby Diggin in the Crates for life [Verse: A.G.] King of the courtyard, call me A like report card I give a f** about these cameras like p**n stars You think I flew in to London The way I throw heat like Heathrow I'm in the hood on the Friday and I'm looking for Debo So many bars got them screaming for the CO I take a photo with my people A thousand likes on the gram, that's a kilo So serious, playing with the beat though Usual suspect, skully with the petticoat World premiere, I run the globe and ask Premo You see me and you see Show Flags up, got Vanguard with me So crazy with the verses, my man moms hit me Said n***a you the illest, I disagree not Tag my name on her stain, I write on the spot You lack cla**, you lack fame You think you fly, have you missing like that plane It's Red Apples, digging number four One half of Show & A, I'm the A, I'm the raw, I'm the core The n***a on the floor with your girl tryna score It's like Wilt wearing slik n***a, huh I'm the reason that see hates your style You the reason she got a fake profile And 'cause of me she feels liberated, huh And 'cause of you she take her phone and incinerate it Beast boy, n***a out the fed Try to chill, now he back the f**ing with Heavy D like Trouble T-Roy I'm a hardcore b-boy Looking for the truth, you a decoy, huh Diggin' Entertainment, still drop bombs A.G. D.I.T.C. dot com