Stormzy - Fire in the Booth lyrics

[Instrumental 1] A rock and a hard place Things get tossed in a car chase Don't get lost in the fast pace Certain man bussing few shots, turn to Scarface My god Guess your man dem ain't built like ours Tell a boy come then I make a boy run You can go and buy a gun but you can't buy a heart Look, I was in the street with the shooters Then I swapped my beef for a future Used to link my mans for some weed Now I call T for a link for producers n***as better get with the movement What's a washed up vet to a student? Days in the trap, ten man tryna share one flat Lord knows it was gruesome, man are nuisance I do this cause it's light work, get a life first How you gonna try and order my slice? We didn't even work for the cake, f**'s sake But you wanna try and force it on man Bruddas getting so angry, I'm anti Listen, I don't wanna talk, I'mma write Man said he's the coldest in grime Man would've thought that I died Look, n***a, have some respect Went to my show and came back with a cheque Couple man used to get slapped in the head Now men are talking like the bad that is dead That is not cool, I can't respect it Me plus twenty-two goons on the guest list Man ain't ever been slewed, I'm respected Sending for me? That was expected Yeah, straight, man I'm talking the truth Yo six, there's a corpse in the booth Roll out Squady, man stay squady Ba** in my whip, feel the force of my coupe Base in my clique, feel the force in my crew Yeah, my mate's got a stick and he walks with it too I does what I normally do Let me talk to the boss, I ain't talking to you, little small fry f** your crew and your 4-5 You wanted a piece but it's all mine Got the drop from Sloth like it's war time Get a box in your gob if you talk like Don't wanna f**s with the kid, I'm like "alright" Tell him "just wait till I come" Used to walk with a pump, now I'm calling my mum like "Yo, I'm on Radio 1" That's MistaJam and that's Semtex Sloth, Target and Cameo too Now these n***as wanna try and come to my vids For some pics and a cameo too I'm like "where was you when I started? Nah, where was you in '08?" Like forget all the beef, man, I'm past it I'm a grown man so I don't watch face, check it Wait, nah Put your money where your mouth is I don't wanna talk bout them How they gonna put money in my trousers? Look, I ain't tryna get caught like them My big bro's putting money into houses You made all that dough just to go and buy clothes And put your last money in your outfit That's not real, little man, 'llow it We stay trill, see me with the southers Put down your gun, put down your knife Let's have a fight, don't be a coward Most of these badboys ain't got a heart, just a knife And a scarf and they think they're about it I'mma tell you like a man told me If that boy there's weak, more time he's the loudest Me, I stay quiet, wait for the riot f** your deal, why the f** should I sign it? Hundred mill, get a plane and the pilot Hundred mill, get a boat and the island You can't come nicer than I can And you can't rap tight, you're a hypeman All I need is a mic and a mic stand And a 16-bar, and I'll light man Megaman flow, n***as don't like man They wanna cat my style, they wanna fight man They wanna put me away, they wanna life man Shut down my show, me and my live band Still I stand with my n***as on my right hand Shoutout to K, that's one of my fam n***a, shut your face, you little sideman They ask "who's the best?" I tell them I am But wait, back to my next flow Man are trying their best, man are dying to rap this show Dying to rep flow Leveled up, man, I'm slicing the threshold Best know that whatever I said goes I par with the best, this is bars in the flesh Man, I'm dying to let go Took a shot to your head with your dead flow It's easy [Instrumental 2] It's time to f** it up Mr Money In The Bank, I feel to double up My pagans get together and they huddle up Like "Stormzy's going hard, we need to buckle up" And I swear down I gave everyone a shot and now I'm Looking at the clock like "call it off, I told em summer's up" Everybody's talking some, I shut em up Like "tell me, how's it feel to be a runner up?" Dickhead, I'm still a problem and they still don't want it Like "it ain't a banger as long as Stormzy's on it" Like, I just get a beat and tell my story on it I tell em "if it's time for beef then please don't call me for it" Look, I'm steady searching whilst I k** a track Like they thought they lost a culture, I'mma bring it back Like they thought they lost a problem, I'mma bring him back Like "how you rob the tings and then you bring it back?" Like "how'd he write a verse and now he's singing on the hook?" I tell em "I don't give a f**, I feel to sing and rap" And once you're finished with my flow, I beg you bring it back And once I'm finished on the phone, I say "don't ring it back" Check it, money is a major issue That n***a Stormzy, he a major issue Go so hard until you make them miss you You can get the tears for free, you have to pay for tissue And everybody's talking but there ain't an issue And when you make a bit of progress, they can't wait to diss you I'm like "ah well, that's some hating issues" I'm like "ah well, at least my tape's official" So I beg you 'llow me with your bummy arse Look, I hit the club and do the Shmoney Dance Look, I was real low up in my brother's yard Now when I hit the road, they tell me that I'm coming hard But you ain't got love for me, my brudda Everybody's sending shots at me, my brudda Are you bored? Tryna send for me, are you sure? Weren't you tryna start the beef, did you stall? You tried to ride the wave, did you fall? n***a that's poor, look, you went and hit the ground running When they ask me when it's dropping, I just tell them that it's coming but The armed robbers are coming, hide your bands He ain't even got a deal but they love him, I'm the man But look, enough about me Cause yeah, you know my cousin but my cousin's not me So how you asking for a premium? How you asking for a favour? Come off my phone, I'll see you later We're just tryna make a living And I can tell that you're a hater So there's no way you can be greater Man, this sh** is bad for business I need a lair and some paper Need a table and a waiter and a pastor and a bishop And a spade for me to dig it Cuh there ain't no one here to save you, fam You're looking at the saviour Grime ain't dead, your n***a brang it back Get my wave on listening to Annie Mac I hit Napa in my slippers and my fanny pack In some Stan Smiths courtesy of Adidas Your boy's coming, I ain't even got a manager I phone Ims and tell her "put it in my calendar" I'm the champ and I ain't chatting to no challengers I feed on em, make me turn into a scavenger Look, I squeeze on em, got me feeling like I'm undefeatable I'm the one, you know the one that came and spun the remix I'm the one, you know the one that came and done the features Made your whole fans turn into some non-believers But I came to the cypher and I cleaned up Like, most your favourite rappers couldn't keep up Like, if you've got a problem, n***a, speak up Like, most my little n***as keep it G-ed up G-ed up, f** your mean look Thinking bout them boxes that my Gs took No fathers, we was living by the G book This big black Ghana man got the scene shook