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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 wannabe criminals
if you dont wanna get sky’d, little man, move digital
i’m from the hood where it’s hot
around serial k!llers, the lot (the lot)
get more than a coco if it pops (pop)
say cheerio if you slip on that block (yeah)
you can have a lucky charm or not (huh)
when it pop it will shreddies top
the hood wear trapstar move coco rocks
better have some golden b-lls so you don’t get robbed
i’m done with the ghetto life, and i’m saying for good
drink on my top’s the only time i stay in the hood
i ain’t tryna be back shotting
word to your girls m-ssage, i ain’t tryna be back robbin
they say krept i holla, but i just get air from you
yeah, ’causethat’s when i was low, i couldn’t hear from you
now you holla ’cause i’m doin my ting
you’re a fool, i got fans so you wanna be cool
now they wanna holla, but only ‘ca they struggle
they want a verse from me, but they ain’t getting f-ck-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 nonbelievers
i came from the hood at its peakest
sold out shows, clothes, g*nius
i made a yearly wage off features (hahaha)
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 (what)
always had faith, so it’s no biggie
now they’re booking us in festivals with p diddy (hahaha)
come a long way from selling that green sticky
p’s, we had many implants like nikki (nikki)
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’ve 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!lling 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 (allow it)
how can i start on a beginner
i know you need a hand, so i’mma start by giving you my middle finger (finger)
went uni for my mother and for my sis to follow steps of her big brother
’cause 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 ’cause i might come in handy
and that includes relatives
you don’t really give a f-ck
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 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 you’re paralysed like a c—–
pinging me she miss me
man what a bummer
’cause 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 p-ssed 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, ’cause 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 wan’ 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 pious (no)
the whole point was saying how this world’s got us misguided
’cause i’m chasing desires
and how it’s got us slippin’
music, money, l-sting over women
it’s hard to not sin when everybody’s sinning
god willing i don’t die without being forgiven

[konan]
’cause 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 kid’s show
now i’m up early but i sleep late
listening to the weeknd 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
’cause they don’t move big c0ke, 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 without a hook?
so i don’t let it get on 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, ’cause there ain’t no stopping me
and watch your friends, ’cause 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, ’cause i nearly never made it outta’ that
and watch these girls, ’cause 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
had to ditch my whip, ’cause the pr-cks stabbed my tyres up
’cause 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 fellas 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
’cause they know what you did last summer (perfect)

- krept konan lyrics

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