Fire In The Booth

[Verse 1: Bonkaz] I just get them different cos I'm iller Put the vid on Sky, thought my television was a mirror I'm a different guy, told her that she's wizzing with a winner It's all gravy, though, I could let it drizzle on my dinner Tell'em pay me though I ain't trying to play with this Ring 'em about the Taylor show Told them all what day it is They thought cos I was laying low Maybe I'm just saying ish I don't crew jump, I ain't on no waiting list Talent over everything, success over all of that Saw her on the street and she went nuts, I didn't call her back That comes with the territory, sad thing is: I'm never sorry Cos if I don't go out and get it, no one's gonna get it for me See, I probably got a show tonight, if not I'm on the road tonight, overtime Yeah, they phone my line, no reply, air I was on recline**, no decline, swear imma go for mine See I've been the coldest, I've been the culprit A load of times you didn't notice, you didn't focus, that's no surprise Never had the flow of the year, if it weren't for Kane But that flow kinda hurt my brain Look, don't run before you can walk But I'm tryna fly like a bird or a plane I'm on my P's and Q's, probably be on the news when they hear all these verses I'm laying You heard what I'm saying, word on the kerb is I'm murdering and slaying Them verses you heard were just words I was playing I might peak soon, it might get peak soon Ain't no one like me, get into my head that's so unlikely I'm indie like Ed, no gold can't buy me Four wheels on that skateboard, six strings on that new guitar She wanna argue, this ain't Jeremy Kyle, I just turn my head I can't 'Lukatar' Coming from where I come from, you see them chances you grab 'em I've been to parties in Clapham, where they're eating smarties and dabbing When they came together, they stay together, they leave with us in these wagons To the after-parties to the afternoon, no sleeping after, we're lagging That's my generation, not a suit and tie generation Two fingers in the sky every time they take my pic, that's my celebration And told my teacher I didn't use my diploma I just made a nine track CD that things so deep it will tide me over For the rest of my life I invest in my time, the only place you'll find me sober Is in the studio where I sleepover I'm tryna make these boys be kings, I don't know why they're tryna be soldiers Man I use to put points in cling, and now I'm looking at rides and chauffeurs Yeah, I used to be Mads & Bing Now I'm chilling with a ting tryna hide my boner But I'm good, all the talk is a waste of time Everywhere I go I'm nice, I think they only hate me online And she asked me what my jeans are they G-Star, I said '30 waist' Neena, then I asked her dreams are, dirty place, clean heart But I've been calm and I'm comfy Ask about me, they need Bonkz, I'm jump Lee, they can't start without me Don't be acting too hard around me, four holes in your grill like your car's an Audi I don't need guards around me, dressed in all white like Derby County's my team And they still wanna talk about me? But I'm good everywhere I go I could bring the hood everywhere I go, they be dressed so good you wouldn't even know See they know what I'm on, know what I'm rolling is strong Know that I'm rolling around with my G's and I'm holding it down and I flow on these songs I know when I'm right and I know when I'm wrong And I know that I'm Bonkz And they know that I'm now and they know that I'm on Yeaaah, Fire in the Booth [Verse 2: Bonkaz] Yeah, Bonkaz Fire in the Booth One time for the people's champ Yeah Uh, look, so they're on me now want the freestyles It's looking like I'm sponsored now, they give me free styles Yeah, and they run me down full speed now Ain't a rapper that can shut me down in this scene now I can go from cruddy style to lovey-duvey style Make your baby mumma drop your son off for the weekend Said she's coming to the tele with a couple of her girls so I said I'm coming with a couple of my G's den White gown, white towel on the floor, by the bed, got her underneath the cover then she screaming Told her that she paro, and she told me that I'm shallow I just took her to the swimming pool then we done it in the deep end Straight, gotta start calling me 'The King of the Flows' Run riot on the scene like I did on the roads Stop sleeping nights at my feature price I'm still eating nice, I'm keep getting these shows I mean the show goes on No I ain't gotta sell any dots, just bookings Remember that first ever dotty, nose so long it could probably smell what The Rock was cooking Bow, I don't wanna hear no talk if it ain't us We about to go on tour without a bus We about to run through the game like stampede, any lapper that I see on the floor is getting crushed Tell 'em [?] is getting touched, laying in the choke on the floor right next to blood Tell me slow it down and I pour another cup, they say it's one too many and I'm sure it's ain't enough Like, oh yeah, this saying has came out of nowhere Acting like I ain't been killing this ish been dropping flame after flame for the whole year I'll go, to the Hall of Fame, take of your name and put my own there Think I might change up the game with my flow Call me Cisco I change up the game and get gold hair Everything I do is cool, yeah, Bonkz done it it's okay Can't really say much cos the kid don't play Used to have to ask the gov' for a pillow case when I was down and out And now they know that imma shift this The cultures on my shoulders I'm just rolling like some Rizzlas And the flow is off the rictors And this is only for my bros and this is only for my sisters Tell 'em that we don't need no assistance Tell 'em A and R ain't the one Tell 'em if you tryna make me smart then I'm staying dumb Tell 'em you can never play a part cos I ain't playing I'm just tryna work hard get a yard for my mum Go hard with my crew, go hard with my one's I'm just tryna work hard get a yard for my mum Go hard with my crew, go hard with my one's, like Comacome nice, backstroke, make your baby mumma cum twice No bandana, when it comes to colours I'm blind We just wanna make songs, let the runners run lines I bet Stevie even wonders sometimes: Why does stuff all look the same? Man, what's up with them guys? Man that black and white priest, just someone to call [?] Like, ayyy Charlie, you know how it is