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rm (uk) - fire in the booth lyrics

[part i]

[verse]
i’m as real as it gets
friends start to hate when they see you move ahead
but i don’t watch face, i just focus on my bread
i know a couple rappers that be speaking to the feds
and yeah i’m from the ends
growing, i was too broke
know man who coulda went far but they lose hope
yeah we both get money now but the difference is
i help mum with mine, you spend yours on a new coat
me, trex, force, not no ordinary rappers
wagwan now? it’s like evеrybody’s clappers
talking bout how they spray opps with a maccers
whеn i see man on road, they ain’t even got a spanners
clean hearted kid growing up, h_lla manners
we bang for a cause, we ain’t doing it for fashion
everybody knows what you did cause you’re bragging
if we drop suttin, say nuttin is the pattern
i mean say narda, that means we don’t say sh_t
seen some og’s fall off like some snakeskin
go to any city, they’ll tell you that i’m rated
and when i see my akhis i say “salaam alaik_m”
i love my mom loads but sometimes we disagree
thinking is it her fault or really is it me?
either way darg, you only got one mom g
no one ever told you that heaven’s at your mom’s feet?
experience stuff then i put it in my lyrics
tay passed away but he’s with me in the spirit
i see some young guns running round like they’re wicked
i can see it in your eyes, you ain’t never did a k!lling
my g’s clean up with the whoosh, we ain’t been verbal
keep my brothers round me, ‘low a big circle
two times i got snaked, it was internal
haters slandering my name like that sh_t’s hurtful
i don’t bite hooks, you know i’m not into that
i get h_lla love on the road to the instagram
appreciate life and the fact i’m not in the can
so you think i give a f_ck what you think of man?
remember them days, calling boss for a shower
now i’m doing good, man and gyal have turned sour
i could throw your girl under the bus but i’ma ‘low her
cause they know i’ll soon have the money and the power
i could never work for a wage that’s a minimum
tryna turn this two bags to a million
“soon you’re gonna blow”, man are saying “keep hitting ’em”
peeps dm me saying “keep k!lling ’em”
if you know me, know i show love to my fans
cah they show me more love than my fam
sometimes i feel like n0body understands me
i see big man in the hood still bumping taxis
way before the instagram, yeah i had rep
gyal fall in love with me and we ain’t even had s_x
couple man are saying that i’m due to get a slap next
till i leave some dummies in your car like a crash test
but real talk, i’m just tryna get my dough up
i ain’t tryna be relying on the road stuff
and i’ve been up in the hood with the cold thugs
a lot of people say i changed, i’ve just grown up
i see these grown men but they don’t act grown
i know the feds wanna get me for a tapped phone
people say they’re gonna ride for me, ‘low the gas bro
how you gonna back me if you ain’t got a backbone?
you can’t tell me bout the hood or the mad pain
tryna get away from it through the mad gate
distanced myself from people cause they act strange
claim you know me, you don’t even know my last name
[part ii]

[verse]
since i lost my brudda tay, i ain’t been fine
after five minutes chilling, you’d know he’s a real guy
how did he die on his own on a team ride?
trust me, suttin don’t seem right
i wish on that night i was by your side
brother from another mother, you was ride or die

- rm uk lyrics

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