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k-koke – k koke fire in the booth lyrics

check my lifestyle, this little white child
growing up hood, forced to live his life wild
yeah i might smile on occasion
but look into my eyes and see the fire blazing
my heart is aching, life got me stressed fam
been through enough still these youts try’n’a test man
yes dan i’ll squeeze if it’s necessary
please believe rude boy i’m forever ready
my head is heavy got too much thoughts
overloading my brain still i do not talk
from young i felt pain life’s not what i thought
see life’s not a game gotta watch how i walk
and watch how i talk and who i talk to
‘cah man you grew up with’ll have you in the court room
‘cah friend turn to fakes fakes turn to snakes then the snakes hate and start talking to the jakes
life ain’t a game life ain’t the same
f-ck it i’m a ride till i got shots up in my frame
i’m shottin in the rain
hustlin my name, can’t tell me bout the struggle cause i been through the pain
yeah my life’s real, f-ck what you feel
my stonebridge man bang bang till your k!lled
it’s true known facts we do hold straps
and will let it pop off if you wanna chat
and that’s that, if a… act flash
then i make a… run when i c-ck him back, mash!
c-ck it back flash, watch his blood splash
if he’s that, then it’s that – koke’s taking man’s cash
look! i ain’t perfect
i’m looking in the mirror at myself like koke it ain’t working
i’m still hurting, see the pain in my eyes
no lie the fire’s still burning, the world’s still turning
it’s still f-cked up, still beef, still gotta keep a gun tucked
i feel cursed still nothing but bad luck
they want me in a box carried by a black truck
so i carry cuzzy i ain’t try’n’a act tough
i ain’t proud even talking ’bout this strap stuff
i’m try’n’a get away, trouble’s try’n’a catch up
every where i go clowns wanna hear the strap bust
trust, i seen life from a different vibe
p-ssy stairways, crack houses and homicides
huh, so try me fam i’m gonna ride
i fry beef not a chief never gonna hide
this street life’s got these old peeps horrified
cause young g’s couldn’t care if tomorrow dies
look! i’ve seen h-ll through my mother’s eyes
ain’t nothing worse than when you see your mother cry
wishes it was different wish we had another life
mum you done your best please don’t apologise
yeah stop looking with those worried eyes
we’re gonna make it we have to i promised kai
for my princess

[verse 2: k koke]
the first day i met my ho never felt better bro
made my d-ck hard in the park is where i let her blow
i let her know she’s the one that i love
i got her on the roads by my side in the clubs
it’s love and i knew it from the start
i never feel safe when me and her’s apart like
rah! she really got me sprung
she got me cooking beef and you know she’s having some
my mum don’t like her, she can’t stay in my drum
if i was without her my life would be done
plus she helps me eat when i’m in need of some funds
she’s the main reason i’m the g i’ve become
she goes hood to hood she’s well known in the slums
i love her and i need her so i squeeze her for fun
you know it cuts me deep whenever she is gone
you need a girl like mine if you live where i’m from
i like the strong hoes, pretty with a long nose
she gets gritty always wit’ me when i’m on road
so i like to spoil her, rub her down and oil her
she don’t f-ck with punks cause they seem to avoid her
she’s thuggish, she only f-cks with thugs
she don’t want my dna so when we f-ck i wear my gloves
like trust, she’s mine and i’m proud
i got the type of girl who’ll have your head up in the clouds
i love it when we bang bang, i make her scream loud
she goes round after round, she makes sound after sound
i could beat her standing up or lying on the ground
there’s always excitement whenever she’s around
for her i’m a fiend if you know what i mean
before we hit the roads she likes to go in my jeans
she likes to roll with the team
pretty little thing that’ll make you roll for the cream
look, look! so check this when she’s gone i get restless
cause i need her and i want a new necklace
and she gets me what i want no exceptions

[verse 3: k koke]
you pr-cks are p-ssing in the wind
if you think i’m gonna back down
i’d rather grab my pistol and bang out
i’m official with the pistol man down
thirty goons came to bridge and ran out
i had to tell my youngers stand down
these pr-cks didn’t bring sticks they brought planks out
how you gonna bring wood to a gun fight?
and get run up out the hood, dumb guys
internet murderers with no burner
my younger slap the ting like ike turner
don’t you know we eat beef like a nice burger
big mac with extra cheese’ll get your lights turned out
so it’s best you turn your life around
or end up with your guys in the ground
i’m fed up with this messing about
it’s about time we brought this weaponry down

[verse 4: k koke]
i really struggle you don’t know fam
see a young face with the eyes of a old man
to try and stay alive is the programme
probably won’t survive in this life if we don’t bang
got nothing but love for my whole gang
please release my thugs from that c-ke can
we’d probably all be broke if don’t slang
that’s why i’m shotting c-ke on the roads fam
f’ the jokes, no jokes you don’t know man
provoke man, hold slugs and we hold man
f’ swords we bang guns this ain’t conan
but in jail get a knife in your throat fam
we all bleed that’s the slogan
slugs will tear through your vest like hogan
i’m not impressed, i’m depressed cause i hold grams
so i slow dance with my gun to some slow jams
yeah get it in, bag grams and start pebbling, peddle it
rob man for their grands and their box of sniff
the glock bangs if a man tries to touch my sh-t
like, what fam? don’t you know who your f-cking with?
swag got me ot, got your b-tch sucking d-ck
money got ’em looking funny and i’m f-ing loving it
f’ looking b-mmy these man are on some other sh-t
these man are try’n’a cover it
ain’t saying that i’m rich cause i’m not but i hustle kid
slow dough is better than no dough believe that
solo run up in his home bro and eat stacks
i need that i got a princess to feed fam
so when my dough’s low we run up on the weed man
i pull my gun for the p’s fam
get it anyway all day in the streets, d-mn!

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