[Intro]
Yeah, let's go
Yungen
Charlie Sloth
Fire In The Booth, ha
Play Dirty
Yeah

[Verse]
I say how you feel man, I'm sorting out the bends
Know the rules, still don't eat pork around the skengs
Known him all my life, still don't talk around my friends
Millions of views and I still walk around my ends
They talking 'bout bodies, like bodies get you figures
Feds try inquire, na my brothers' singers
Up and down the white line, and we're some fucking wingers
Dred just signed for Villa man and we're some fucking wingers
Wrap before rap without getting into detail
Put my nine to five before I'm getting into retail
Say that life's a bitch, run your mouth and you can see shells
Man's coming for your belly if you eat well
Cake is the motive, I might have to meet my past
When you're the first to do it then it usually doesn't last
Brain getting dumb and dumber, I ain't gotta ask
Different kind of mind when I'm putting on that mask
If music doesn't work then I'm back out with the mash
Picture perfect boy, the girls telling me I'm flash
Had rainy days so when I see Ps I splash
We looking cheques man, you can have cash
Yeah, I'm hearing rumour after rumour
But I'll never talk in your room if I never knew ya
So how'd they know things about me I don't even know, being broke's a joke and I ain't got a sense of humour
Yeah, man I could've been in prison
Dots on either side of the line, it was the vision
If your arsenal ain't right then we ain't in the same division
Joined Krept and Kone because we all shared the vision
Haha, triple entendres
You must be dizzy if you think I ain't bonkers
You wanna talk about punches you little plonkers
I've got three girl all over my conkers
Top five in the game and I ain't bragging
Hungry as hell, believe any chance I'm grabbing
I'll be in the place, Louis V swagging
I'm the fliest on the rug whenever they let a lad in
Money on my card, now I'm shining in the dark
Diamonds aren't forever but I've got a good heart
I be in the club, all of my dawgs
Three bottles of Spades, everybody play their part
Rappers falling off and they weren't even on their feet
Repping for my home town, rolling in the deep
Someone like you, na me no follow sheep
Net beef, call me, I don't tweet
But to my real supporters, if you down then I'm with ya
Man don't get cheese but wanna smile for the picture
You can get written off, stick to the scripture
Anything fishy then I'm coming with my dogs, no kipper
[Interlude]
Fire In The Booth
Let's go again
Let's go again
I got more for them
Yeah man
Yeah, yeah, Yungen
Real bars
Hear me out
Yeah, ha
I say, yeah

[Verse 2]
Got criticised because I say what I feel
Shotting food ain't gonna make me a mil'
So I gave up the ends to help my mum pay the bills
And not a soul can tell me that I ain't real
Hate all you want bro, you don't even know me
Came from the jungle, I had to play Mowgli
Should have been in school but I was burying my homie
So I tell my youngers if it's anything, phone me
Man are saying R.I.P for fashion, dying ain't a joke
I used to play with keys, tryna make a note
Been through the rain man, I had to wear the coat
Half a milli' on the vid and man ain't never seen me gloat
Talent ain't enough, you work hard and things happen
Get a little buzz then fall off, I see the pattern
Yeah, but I ain't tryna follow it
If you a hater you can suck my dick and swallow it
I'm gonna bus', yeah I'm gonna bus'
So about my bread that I even eat the crust
Telling me she loves me but I know that it's lust
Yeah, I know she like the fame so I beat and then I dust
New Blackberry contacts to a minimal
Not guilty, someone tell the judge I'm a criminal
Talking to other boys, they're so typical
I had to drop my princess over principal
I'm that name that's in everybody's mouth
Get your chips up and she might go down South
You tryna get a car, me I'm tryna get a house
We in a rat race for cheese, and I control the mouse
All over the web because of Parker
Looking for a mil' and I ain't even had my starter
Gotta know the gully side coming from the guaza
Stunting in your chain man will jack it in a barber
Yeah, I've seen my friends lose their mind over chicks
Man got a leg over, they're getting lined over bricks
Tryna build a house from an ounce
Broke up with a ex if she's looking for a rebound, she can bounce
Little sister getting big, I know that comes with drama
I know how I treated girls, I'm tryna dodge the karma
Yeah, another stress I don't need
Cause if he breaks her heart he's gotta bleed
Reading down the timeline and all I see is hate
Internet geeks, you gotta wonder are they straight
Cause if they don't like me then why the hell they watching
When I get an R8 I bet the clowns rate, still with my circle, still the same team
Got the same drive but we don't share the same dream
We ain't into ice man, we'd rather make cream
Little swag got a Roley, he ain't even eighteen
[Outro]
Yeah, ain't nuttin
Charlie, yeah
Yeah man
Yeah man