Fire In The Booth SAINt JHN

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & SAINt JHN]
Ah man, it's got to that all important time of the show once again
My favorite part of the show, Fire in the Booth
And tonight makin' their debut
Someone who's a real problem with it man
Ferocious with the pen
I ain't wanna bring no girls to the house, 'bout to lose them
Tryna keep them goon away from this guy, for real, for real
SAINt JHN in the buildin'
Woo, I like that, I like that intro, that's a good intro
Ayy bro I'm excited about this, you know
Alright, I'm ready
You ready for this?
I been watching this for a long time fam, yeah yeah yeah
You know what time it is when you hear this, right?
(Let's get ready to rumble)
Yes, do people ever freestyle in this?
I mean sometime, some people are scared to do that though

[Verse: SAINt JHN]
Look, me and my friend Charlie, the mood Harley, the mood narly
You asking who the fuck, who are we
Look, pink sweater, white pants, white short
He look like he swings iron, but that nigga never golf
Look, no resort for me, no loss for me, no thought for me
No boss for me, water clean, no Voss for me
I paid the price, AmEx bill, no cost for me
I fuck her off, there's no loss for me
It's tossing me awfully, it's just a car, it's just the Golf
It's just my brain, I'm just too smart
It's just some art, I need it now, it's Á La Carte
It's kind of dark, he hit the light, I hit the spark
I hit my cheap expressway
So niggas like me won't never feel no type of way
So you don't have to run up on me
Tell me type of afraid, are you some type of way?
Are you some type of blind, are you some type of grey?
Cause I'm like: Show them where I'm from
Holding a nun, holding a gun, sippin' my rum
Tellin' my mom, day that I'm done:
Scream Brooklyn, Guyana, yell where I'm from
Boss if we ain't married
You tryna find all the emotions I buried
You tryna see who I am tonight, but I vary
Shit that I learned, you can't find in no library, time scary
You can be a suspect, you can be a custy
Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be
You can never grind, never flux, don't disgust me
This is not for play now, things that I play about
Paid my mama house off, win a VMA now
Tryna buy a grotto, strappin' on the greyhound
Aiming at the opps now, circling the playground
Virginia for real though, niggas sellin' rello
Make a quarter mil, oh, weigh it by the kilo
I'm just sayin' facts now, you should see the B-roll
And I'm busy lowlight, tryna be a hero
You can be a suspect, you can be a custy
Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty
These are just the real facts, you cannot discuss me
If you're not a street dude, you can never touch me
It's just me and my wifey for life
This me and my side-piece if you like
Just me and my dying peace in the night
I don't mean to objectify her in the lie
But if she prefers to be my bad bitch tonight
Who am I to dishonor her sacrifice?
I don't mean to...