"Fire In The Booth 4" lyrics
See, there's a complicated part of my story I need to tell
Every member of my family's been a resident in Hell
I never spoke about the attempted murder, sat in a cell
Every question, no comment, faces never ring a bell
I had my mother sitting with me in the interview, hiding my phone
I can never understand, she didn't wanna let me go
Smudging all my fingerprints, how was I supposed to know?
The policeman had intelligence, digging me a deeper hole
First time I seen regret in my mother's eyes, I guess she blamed herself
Nearly swapped my freedom for a prison cell
God give me a second chance, all the other soldiers fell
Walking out the station, was she happy? I just couldn't tell
Bang, bang, there's murders taking place in my gang
My boy's basically a hitman for a couple of grand
The judge hit him with a thirty-three, murder squad was digging deep
I just cornered like a sheepdog would do a flock of sheep
Still, I'm in the roads heavy, he said he would stab me up
Turned up with his gang, they're tryna fuck me up
I called my uncle, panicking, he said, "Are you man enough?"
Broken knuckles, self-defence, taking my bandana off
Then the guy turned up at my mother's house on Bury New Road
His mother driving, she was angry 'cause of what she'd been told
And she's banging down the door, I seen my mother turn cold
She pulled her earrings out, ready to go
The guy's mum must have been twice my mother's size
But still, she didn't give a fuck
His mother ran away, my mum's the first woman I loved
The guy stayed sat in the car, it's him that started the crud
He's lucky I didn't start smashing it up
My boiling blood has got me on the block every day
Plus marijuana had me crumbling my life away
God, I had to pray, "Dear Lord, I just pray you keep my mother safe
And can you take the pain away? I see it in her face"
There's an argument, I see glass breaking in my heart again
For my mum, I'd fight the world, on the pitch, I play defence
If they touch her cardigan
I'd set fire to the booth, I woulda burned down parliament
Like Guy Fawkes, Bonfire Night, we'd let them fly
Thirty-two shot repeat of fireworks on every side
You're listening to a man that really nearly seen his mother die
And I used to cry, I had to pull myself together, put a brave face on
I shot my JDZmedia, that's a bait song, I had fifty plants ready to drop
I'm stood talking 'bout the sawn-off shotty like my city wasn't hot
Rapping was my last chance
If the Fire in the Booth didn't bang, I woulda stopped shooting videos
The Albert Docks are only up in Liverpool, I'm looking for bands
I need the boxes to multiply, I got bigger plans
So then I spoke to my cousin in Jamaica, told him, "Hold on"
I was stacking money but I need to get my bro long
Felt the devil brush past my shoulder, that was bro gone
If you have to take me next, cool, but please don't take my mum
Sat watching my life from the front row
Flashed before my eyes, I was done for
Staring down the barrel of a snub nose
Nearly gave the devil what he asked for
Yeah, 'cause they don't really love you
You can't really trust no one
The way a mother loves you
She'll love you till the day she's gone
Sat watching my life from the front row
Flashed before my eyes, I was done for
Staring down the barrel of a snub nose
Nearly gave the devil what he asked for
Yeah, 'cause they don't really love you
You can't really trust no one
The way a mother loves you
She'll love you till the day she's -
Sat watching my life from the front row
Flashed before my eyes, I was done for
Staring down the barrel of a snub nose
Nearly gave the devil what he asked for
Yeah, 'cause they don't really love you
You can't really trust no one
The way a mother loves you
She'll love you till the day she's gone
In the Mona Lisa, there's hundreds of layers of paint
Call this Da Vinci cah there's hundreds of layers of pain
They ain't heard from me in a second
I've been knee-deep in grieving, I've been needing a blessing
It's like the old me's deceased and I've just buried the coffin
But that's the price you pay for crazy progression
I need the vest to be ballistic, I want bullet protection
'Cause rappers start taking shots when they can smell a recession
I own the rights to all my music, that's a heavy collection
Now I'm a landlord, rent collecting is my profession
Watch the mic go up in flames like I do telekinesis
Fuck setting fire to the booth, I'm tryna blow it to pieces
See, when you come up from the mud, you better shake off the leeches
I just think I'm the realest and I go in the deepest
So when I spit, you see it vivid, like you're sleeping and dreaming
When I was younger, Uncle told me he was fighting a demon
Everybody called him mad, I think I really believed him
There was a murder in his gaff, and after that, he was tweaking
When he got sectioned, I was fourteen, visiting the mental institution
Every day I had my shank 'cause I wanted retribution
For my family or my gang, I woulda done an execution
I just say it how it is, I just think you're wired different
When you grow up hearing stories about murder as a kid
Somehow you smell it in the air, you can feel it in your ribs
I'm like Da Vinci with the pencil, I'm just sketching what I think
But let me throw the kitchen sink, ah
I heard an article, suttin 'bout the north and it said, "Who's the real king?"
But I thought, "Let me not reply, I'll wait until I'm on the mic"
You stand in front of any guy and ask him, "Who the fuck d'you think?"
Let me simplify the facts and we'll just see if it sinks in
Age eleven, I got home late 'cause I'd been stabbed
I got him back like Vinnie Jones in Lock Stock, covered in glass
Thirteen, my cousin asked me for a spade and we was digging
Till the early hours, till eventually we found a strap
Fourteen, I got nicked on an attempted murder
Fifteen, my mate committed murder
Sixteen, I'm sat in jail, seventeen, I'm getting active with the scales
Eighteen, I'm in designer like I written Tiimmy Turner
Nineteen, I lost a box of maj and called it a day
Twenty, I was so depressed, I nearly called it a day
Twenty-one, I made a plan, I'm really tryna escape
So twenty-two, I'm back to kicking doors off on the estate
Twenty-three, I counted fifty
Twenty-four, I made a mill and all my taxes were paid
Twenty-five, I spent a mill on a house with electric gates
So twenty-six, I got my Huracan same colour as my Wraith
Spent three milli on my London crib and rented it out
I'm standing out in the Sterrato, there's not many about
I hear them talking about numbers like I'm in it for clout
I was never tryna be famous, I was tryna get out
If they do pop, they can't talk about me like we're the same
Like rap money ain't for kids that come from serious pain
Before rap, they were legit, and now they work for the game
Before rap, I knew some shooters that would blow out your brain
The industry are gatekeepers and the north couldn't play
When I started spitting, none of us were making a wage
So for them to get paid, I had to blow off the gate
That makes me king of the north until I'm dead in my grave
I learned my hustle from the boys on pedal bikes in the rain
That means I'm self-employed so don't be shouting my name
I bought the Lamborghini cash, now that's a separate lane
And I get man of the match because I'm Messi on stage
Suicidal as a kid till I seen Cassius Clay
That's when I realised what it was to be great
I said I represent the strugglers and I showed 'em the way
So then I made my first tape and started setting the pace
I'm Leonardo with the biro, like I wrote this in Latin
And every album's up a level, you might notice a pattern
I've been a savage all my life and now I'm finding a balance
And you become the crouching tiger when you're hiding the dragon
I dunno, I changed the game, you know, an inspiration for the kids
And every time I've taken aim, I didn't miss, I'm like John Wick
I make my haters quarantine, I leave them physically sick
And that's back when I was Manchester rich, and now it's different
I remember not having a pot to piss in
Every member of my family's been a resident in Hell
I never spoke about the attempted murder, sat in a cell
Every question, no comment, faces never ring a bell
I had my mother sitting with me in the interview, hiding my phone
I can never understand, she didn't wanna let me go
Smudging all my fingerprints, how was I supposed to know?
The policeman had intelligence, digging me a deeper hole
First time I seen regret in my mother's eyes, I guess she blamed herself
Nearly swapped my freedom for a prison cell
God give me a second chance, all the other soldiers fell
Walking out the station, was she happy? I just couldn't tell
Bang, bang, there's murders taking place in my gang
My boy's basically a hitman for a couple of grand
The judge hit him with a thirty-three, murder squad was digging deep
I just cornered like a sheepdog would do a flock of sheep
Still, I'm in the roads heavy, he said he would stab me up
Turned up with his gang, they're tryna fuck me up
I called my uncle, panicking, he said, "Are you man enough?"
Broken knuckles, self-defence, taking my bandana off
Then the guy turned up at my mother's house on Bury New Road
His mother driving, she was angry 'cause of what she'd been told
And she's banging down the door, I seen my mother turn cold
She pulled her earrings out, ready to go
The guy's mum must have been twice my mother's size
But still, she didn't give a fuck
His mother ran away, my mum's the first woman I loved
The guy stayed sat in the car, it's him that started the crud
He's lucky I didn't start smashing it up
My boiling blood has got me on the block every day
Plus marijuana had me crumbling my life away
God, I had to pray, "Dear Lord, I just pray you keep my mother safe
And can you take the pain away? I see it in her face"
There's an argument, I see glass breaking in my heart again
For my mum, I'd fight the world, on the pitch, I play defence
If they touch her cardigan
I'd set fire to the booth, I woulda burned down parliament
Like Guy Fawkes, Bonfire Night, we'd let them fly
Thirty-two shot repeat of fireworks on every side
You're listening to a man that really nearly seen his mother die
And I used to cry, I had to pull myself together, put a brave face on
I shot my JDZmedia, that's a bait song, I had fifty plants ready to drop
I'm stood talking 'bout the sawn-off shotty like my city wasn't hot
Rapping was my last chance
If the Fire in the Booth didn't bang, I woulda stopped shooting videos
The Albert Docks are only up in Liverpool, I'm looking for bands
I need the boxes to multiply, I got bigger plans
So then I spoke to my cousin in Jamaica, told him, "Hold on"
I was stacking money but I need to get my bro long
Felt the devil brush past my shoulder, that was bro gone
If you have to take me next, cool, but please don't take my mum
Sat watching my life from the front row
Flashed before my eyes, I was done for
Staring down the barrel of a snub nose
Nearly gave the devil what he asked for
Yeah, 'cause they don't really love you
You can't really trust no one
The way a mother loves you
She'll love you till the day she's gone
Sat watching my life from the front row
Flashed before my eyes, I was done for
Staring down the barrel of a snub nose
Nearly gave the devil what he asked for
Yeah, 'cause they don't really love you
You can't really trust no one
The way a mother loves you
She'll love you till the day she's -
Sat watching my life from the front row
Flashed before my eyes, I was done for
Staring down the barrel of a snub nose
Nearly gave the devil what he asked for
Yeah, 'cause they don't really love you
You can't really trust no one
The way a mother loves you
She'll love you till the day she's gone
In the Mona Lisa, there's hundreds of layers of paint
Call this Da Vinci cah there's hundreds of layers of pain
They ain't heard from me in a second
I've been knee-deep in grieving, I've been needing a blessing
It's like the old me's deceased and I've just buried the coffin
But that's the price you pay for crazy progression
I need the vest to be ballistic, I want bullet protection
'Cause rappers start taking shots when they can smell a recession
I own the rights to all my music, that's a heavy collection
Now I'm a landlord, rent collecting is my profession
Watch the mic go up in flames like I do telekinesis
Fuck setting fire to the booth, I'm tryna blow it to pieces
See, when you come up from the mud, you better shake off the leeches
I just think I'm the realest and I go in the deepest
So when I spit, you see it vivid, like you're sleeping and dreaming
When I was younger, Uncle told me he was fighting a demon
Everybody called him mad, I think I really believed him
There was a murder in his gaff, and after that, he was tweaking
When he got sectioned, I was fourteen, visiting the mental institution
Every day I had my shank 'cause I wanted retribution
For my family or my gang, I woulda done an execution
I just say it how it is, I just think you're wired different
When you grow up hearing stories about murder as a kid
Somehow you smell it in the air, you can feel it in your ribs
I'm like Da Vinci with the pencil, I'm just sketching what I think
But let me throw the kitchen sink, ah
I heard an article, suttin 'bout the north and it said, "Who's the real king?"
But I thought, "Let me not reply, I'll wait until I'm on the mic"
You stand in front of any guy and ask him, "Who the fuck d'you think?"
Let me simplify the facts and we'll just see if it sinks in
Age eleven, I got home late 'cause I'd been stabbed
I got him back like Vinnie Jones in Lock Stock, covered in glass
Thirteen, my cousin asked me for a spade and we was digging
Till the early hours, till eventually we found a strap
Fourteen, I got nicked on an attempted murder
Fifteen, my mate committed murder
Sixteen, I'm sat in jail, seventeen, I'm getting active with the scales
Eighteen, I'm in designer like I written Tiimmy Turner
Nineteen, I lost a box of maj and called it a day
Twenty, I was so depressed, I nearly called it a day
Twenty-one, I made a plan, I'm really tryna escape
So twenty-two, I'm back to kicking doors off on the estate
Twenty-three, I counted fifty
Twenty-four, I made a mill and all my taxes were paid
Twenty-five, I spent a mill on a house with electric gates
So twenty-six, I got my Huracan same colour as my Wraith
Spent three milli on my London crib and rented it out
I'm standing out in the Sterrato, there's not many about
I hear them talking about numbers like I'm in it for clout
I was never tryna be famous, I was tryna get out
If they do pop, they can't talk about me like we're the same
Like rap money ain't for kids that come from serious pain
Before rap, they were legit, and now they work for the game
Before rap, I knew some shooters that would blow out your brain
The industry are gatekeepers and the north couldn't play
When I started spitting, none of us were making a wage
So for them to get paid, I had to blow off the gate
That makes me king of the north until I'm dead in my grave
I learned my hustle from the boys on pedal bikes in the rain
That means I'm self-employed so don't be shouting my name
I bought the Lamborghini cash, now that's a separate lane
And I get man of the match because I'm Messi on stage
Suicidal as a kid till I seen Cassius Clay
That's when I realised what it was to be great
I said I represent the strugglers and I showed 'em the way
So then I made my first tape and started setting the pace
I'm Leonardo with the biro, like I wrote this in Latin
And every album's up a level, you might notice a pattern
I've been a savage all my life and now I'm finding a balance
And you become the crouching tiger when you're hiding the dragon
I dunno, I changed the game, you know, an inspiration for the kids
And every time I've taken aim, I didn't miss, I'm like John Wick
I make my haters quarantine, I leave them physically sick
And that's back when I was Manchester rich, and now it's different
I remember not having a pot to piss in
