P Money - Liars In The Booth lyrics

[Verse] Yo, yeah, uh This year was my third time performing at Glast Remind me when he did that? The only time he did Glastonbury was five years ago when he was being a hype man for Mz. Bratt Since you’ve been on your own your career’s been trash Couldn’t get your own set, your dreams are whack Everybody’s doing shows I’ve been doing five years in a row my brudda now think about that Let me explain why your Fire in the Booth was whack Eight minutes of acapella we don’t want that Grime God my arse, it was blatantly rap Put it on a 140 with no 808s and I bet you spin yourself off the track You p**yhole, are you mad? You don’t want it face to face about back to back I got a whole EP for a man full of facts Why would I hate on this Dot yout? Said he can’t be boxed? (boxed you) Said you can’t be got? (got you) Said you can’t be dropped? (wait, I swear your label dropped you) You thought I weren’t gonna reply so you’re way off your line and BOW… lobbed you Check my CV you lost yout If I’m gonna hate on anybody believe me it’s not you So f** man co-signing this yout Snapchatting, hiding the truth Good luck finding the truce Flipping Nando’s rice, I’m on to you and all them garlic bread that siding with you I ain’t a rap guy but tell him I said scrapping is back and I’m rolling with nines in the coup I’m armed with shots Charlie Sloth I beg you boss don’t let no more liars in the booth Anyway, back to your one being whack Man ga**ed it up and it was crap Man went on big boy BBC you know and f**ing did that? All week man was chatting bout raising levels, pshh Where was your beat levels? Fam, I’ll argue with a Man United fan if all I wanna hear is treble The sh**test one, you’re creating medals And f** all your dargs, I’m on grenading kennels The blackest Magneto when I raise the metal and lift one of your whips like you’re racing Vettel Wasteman, change the channel before I come and read up with that spirit you channel I’ve known you since back in the day, you were sleeping at studio for days without using a flannel I could acapella the whackest bredda That’s why I’m on smacking bredda’s, attacking bredda’s and slapping bredda’s You two-faced fake rapping bredda’s Man’s a b**h now and it’s all mad for Jenners Oi Bruce, how can a man be jealous The maddest bredda’s know I’m too bad for bredda’s I am Snowden with grown men plus an axe in my hand I’m actually on hacking bredda’s Don’t get me mad I ain’t gonna lie this one’s gas Mentioning Chipmunk, dunno why my man did that Then I clocked You were love drunk, still hungover Mz. Bratt Upset cuh Chipmunk smashed Don’t you dare say you were young and all that You were dead as soon man writ back Let’s talk about you getting cheated on by Mz. Bratt Yeah, let’s talk about that You found out Black the Ripper was ripping her back I will tell you the truth She was like your zoot, man was drawing your ting and giving it back What is wrong with you and these girls? You were chatting sh**, giving her lip But she was putting hers on somebody else All you seem to do is take L after L L after L after L Shevon was a L Lusardi, L Mz. Bratt told you the cameraman was only a friend and he beat that as well, L She gave you so many L’s No wonder why you think you shell f**ing L You knew she was like that as well but it’s funny cause I told you bout the girl Let’s tell everyone why you went jail Cause you’re a c*nt Nah I’m joking it’s cause he pulled out a display samurai that was f**ing blunt And you talk like you’re in a mazza Wait… heard what you did to Mazza You stole his soundpack and sold it after he made a few beats with you That is a mazza Joint production but never gave credit Then a man called me a snake, don’t beg it Telling your Twitter you’re taking back OGz with Mela and Termz but they never said it They were like “What? Said it to who? I don’t know who he’s been listening to” Brudda I’m so on k**ing this yout I got more to say on Snake EP 2