Fire in The Booth

[Intro] Shout outs to all the mandem My 300 Spartans waiting outside the building Shout out to my guy Jamal too, Dunknow [Verse 1: Nines] I got this Fulham chick I known her for time Before all the ice when I was reloading on Nines Saw me go from bread and water to lobster and wine That's why I never air her calls when she hollas my line My east ting's flyer than a poster campaign Ciroc the same colour as cola champagne She don't smoke weed but she'll roll me up a paper plane Dont ask for P's and she knows that I can make it rain Tryna achieve my goals My brum ting saying she might as well had cheated like Keyshia Cole My west ting be selling coke like a chemist Booked her a flight from London to Venice Put a smile on her cute face I told her we can go shopping when we get there forget a suitcase My Ealing chick smokes too much weed only with me for the trees I told that chick to leave My chick in Church Road's official I make her hold my pistol But she don't ever give me brain like my ho in Bristol Suck me off when I'm switching lanes And I can't even remember that bitch's name Go to Hammersmith smoke on some cannabis Talk a lot of shit, make her choke on the magic stick ugh My young ting says she's gonna give up all of this Good luck tryna find another baller, bitch Cos if you change your mind, that's a waste of time Cah I've got a million bitches in the waiting line My Hayes ting's in her own class like detention But she says I never show her no attention That's cah I'm busy tryna work these curbs Five bricks only paid for the first three birds Bout Ps and Qs I make strategic moves I had hoes when I was broke I dont need a ***.. Ugh Now I got my new chick mad at me Cah I told her I need space like the galaxy My north chick don't wanna share, she wants all of Nines My south ting be throwing up One Arda signs My L.A chick be practicing her movie script While I'm in the Base backing up my *** chick I'm with my white ting, cah it's fire on the mains She's always in the mirror trying on my chains Ugh My Nigga *** say I'm whipped Cah I'm always with my Ghanaian chick And I ain't even mentioned the groupies yet Hoodstar my life's like a movie set It's Nines [Verse 2] This guy grew on my estate Come to my mums yard I never knew he was a snake Even looked the other way when I heard he was a snitch But he crossed the line this weren't over a bitch Swear down I don't know how these guys sleep at night T told me "Don't trust him" but I never see the light Probably cah I loved him like a little cousin When them guys violated you I emptied out the *** Don't say the hood if someone asks you where you're from No one cares you're gone I just hope it burns you when you hear this song You did this to yourself, you're a dumb guy Like you dont know, Me and Jaz let them **** fly Now I can't look into your sister and your mums eyes Tell your dad stop acting like his son died Ugh, The streets thought he was a top shotta But you ain't nothing but a liar and a cockblocker This guy's breaking my heart, we used to play in the park Went to weighing up dark, you've been a snake from the start Can't believe this clown I even got mad at my guys Snoop and Tiny when they was gonna beat you down Should've let them do this ting Had plans for us in this music ting Now if you're in the hood you lose your bling Remember when I had you and Snaps moving haze I sacked you I saw the Judas ways You was bunnin' on them tails Gave you onions and a scale Wouldn't chuck my brothers girl for all the money in the world Acting like you love my bro Bitch ran to the 5-0 Snitch hope you die slow A million fake friends, feds on my case Im still in this bait ends, Z's in the base Ugh We used to play fight on a late night You see the chain's bright like a brake light And you ain't got your wig right, cah you the snake type I know you wished we stayed tight, cah I'm about to take flight Strally all up in your dome, if you're walking through the zone Dont be calling off my phone, now you're all up on your own Ugh I ain't down with traitors, I'm all about my paper The whole hood's counting on me like a calculator Ugh, I used to drive this prick Drop him home when he was sliding on the roads It's Nines