Fire in the Booth

[Instrumental 1] You need your ears open, people Yeah, Avelino Uh huh (Let's get 'em, fam, let's get 'em) Yo, AV Uh, motivated by failure Motivated by the saying that we are who we say we are I close my eyes and see stadia I bet Mum never saw me raising the roof when she raised me up, yeah I'm in the Western with Haile, they're hailing us Cause we're the new gen, they just see new genitalia Wretch told me "Av, you're the truth, you're the saviour And you can love the fame, just don't mistaken the fame with love", yeah I was next up to bat, I've got the batter now I was on my block doing nothing, I'm outstanding now What you mean, live by the cold akh? I'm on camera now I ain't forgot my background, I go back to that ground I call my yardie friend amigo, he's from Spanish town If he saw it, he'd straight jacket for some [?] Remember when they used to pat us down, we get patter now I mean you spent around a bag, we've got a bag of rounds Long story short, I made a long story short I even could've got shanked but that's the wrong storyboard I don't know why they think the hall of fame's a long corridor I could've got to a key but I stopped for these chords These rappers ain't got no topics of conversation You're too focused on being the topic of conversation I was on my Js with the blueprint to rock the nation Had to rise above it, now I'm on top of the conversation like Who's the father? Man, I'm riding gully through the Gaza Where the youth get licence and learn manoeuvres after Yeah, what's a question when they're calling you the answer? There's a channel for the Top Boy and I'm used to drama Right now I'm running from feds so I'm hardly home Close friends are becoming people I hardly know Now that I'm on the scene, it's a totally different scenario I always knew I'd go from selling Charlie to the Charlie show Sloth Uh, straight back in I'm with a skinny model from Paris that hates fashion Man, I wish her body was luggage, she ain't packing I want a bad B from the ends that rates mandem Ironic how there's money on my mind cause I had penny thoughts I ain't gonna stand up here and lie, we were very poor It was January and July but not any more Fuck a 9-5, it's 12-12, that's a 24 I'm Jack Bauer with an empire, that's power MMR and Mo Milli, we lost that founder I drank till I felt my liver pool like a scouser Although Dad was proud of me, I've gotta make Dad prouder Yeah, so here's my Fire in the Booth flow King Avi, I've been ruthless, I've got my rude flow I can rap like Swiss, watch what I do [?] Roley, come and get APs, he's got a Hublot The G code written, I'm writing new codes Sometimes I sing out of tune, but they sing on tunes though Red Bull Studios, I'm drinking Boost though Sat with Julie Adenuga, I'm on her new show These rappers ain't got no topics or conversations They're too focused on being the topic of conversation If I was popping and they wanted pop, I'd probably make Some music of black origin and that's not for a nomination, nah Do what you've gotta do till you can do what you can American A&Rs are coming Europe for man Meanwhile, a girl I'm into just flew to Milan And I just dropped an AC but that ruined the plan Damn homie, what happened? Homie, you was the man I told you make your P squared like you was D'Banj They say don't bite the hand that feeds you, I'm chewing my hand Imagine your people had a way out and you was the plan Walk in my shoe if you can Notice I said shoe, not shoes It's that deep, that real (Oi fam, you're an animal!) Listen, but we ain't done though When all was said and done, all you said and done was one flow I'm grinding for my son, I ain't got a son though Listen, let's go into the next beat, Charlie [Instrumental 2] I've never seen bad times, I've never seen Dad die I've never seen Mum cry I've never seen so much darkness I've never been dazed at a ninth night I've never seen pain, I've never smelt fear I've never felt blind I've never tasted success cause success sucks It never helped mine The light is blinding at the end of the tunnel I'm tryna buss but the ends is a tunnel Never had too much to dream of Never want anything, had sleep loss I wasn't hype for life, I was lean off Now I'm listening to Compton tryna detox I don't need church, I need God Some manors don't like me, they try to bad mind me But I left all that behind me Impossible ain't ever been dislikely I don't even write, how the fuck are you gonna sign me? I grew up on Kano, Wiley Had a little temper, now I know Tinie Watched Kylie sell, I sold Kylie I sold dreams, now I'm in her diary I'm on a blog list, I'm on a playlist I'm on a hit list, why did I hit this? Babes, I was wrong but I'll never admit this Mandem are victors, gyal are the victims I think I had too much to drink I'm being a little too honest I think I have too much, I'm the best my age That's a little too modest, but When you never had too much, you can never have too much Grab too much Food on the stove got 'em gassed too much I'm cool cause I rap but they'll wrap you up That's savage but gangs do stuff That their families won't even do, that's true love Don't back down when they back you up That's not how it settled when man grew up Yeah, my statement, I made a statement I'mma put it out there, that's a statement We lost a good guy and a great friend But these kind of things make or break men How's man gonna come with this rap ting Then go stand up in court? That's a mad ting I told you on my Behind Barz That I'm not a hood yout but I roll with gangsters, AV