Fire In The Booth Yungen

[Intro]
Yeah, let's go
Yungen
Charlie Sloth
Fire In The Booth, ha
Play Dirty
Yeah

[Verse]
I say how you feel man, I'm sorting out the bends
Know the rules, still don't eat pork around the skengs
Known him all my life, still don't talk around my friends
Millions of views and I still walk around my ends
They talking 'bout bodies, like bodies get you figures
Feds try inquire, na my brothers' singers
Up and down the white line, and we're some fucking wingers
Dred just signed for Villa man and we're some fucking wingers
Wrap before rap without getting into detail
Put my nine to five before I'm getting into retail
Say that life's a bitch, run your mouth and you can see shells
Man's coming for your belly if you eat well
Cake is the motive, I might have to meet my past
When you're the first to do it then it usually doesn't last
Brain getting dumb and dumber, I ain't gotta ask
Different kind of mind when I'm putting on that mask
If music doesn't work then I'm back out with the mash
Picture perfect boy, the girls telling me I'm flash
Had rainy days so when I see Ps I splash
We looking cheques man, you can have cash
Yeah, I'm hearing rumour after rumour
But I'll never talk in your room if I never knew ya
So how'd they know things about me I don't even know, being broke's a joke and I ain't got a sense of humour
Yeah, man I could've been in prison
Dots on either side of the line, it was the vision
If your arsenal ain't right then we ain't in the same division
Joined Krept and Kone because we all shared the vision
Haha, triple entendres
You must be dizzy if you think I ain't bonkers
You wanna talk about punches you little plonkers
I've got three girl all over my conkers
Top five in the game and I ain't bragging
Hungry as hell, believe any chance I'm grabbing
I'll be in the place, Louis V swagging
I'm the fliest on the rug whenever they let a lad in
Money on my card, now I'm shining in the dark
Diamonds aren't forever but I've got a good heart
I be in the club, all of my dawgs
Three bottles of Spades, everybody play their part
Rappers falling off and they weren't even on their feet
Repping for my home town, rolling in the deep
Someone like you, na me no follow sheep
Net beef, call me, I don't tweet
But to my real supporters, if you down then I'm with ya
Man don't get cheese but wanna smile for the picture
You can get written off, stick to the scripture
Anything fishy then I'm coming with my dogs, no kipper