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lirik lagu pak-man (uk) - fire in the booth

[verse 1]
i was gucci’d down courtesy of charlie shots
way before you heard me on charlie sloth
on a light day i’m cavalli’d off
i’ll dun your dance like when the party stops
you couldn’t spend a day in these kicks
i want that 550 drop with the amg kit
rappers blatantly myths, that means i don’t believe them
they just pretend, i’m swimming the deep end
tryna keep my head above water
i could write a book and be said amongst authors
real life boss, i might sign a deal but i still might shot
understand a hundred grand in rubber bands is not enough
in london fam, where we’ll touch a man for a box of dust
overseas five~star hotels, that bossy stuff
old school like nortels, way before nokias
south london lambeth, the belly of the beast
tryna stay out of them handcuffs so i can get my grands up
clever individual, i look a fed dead in his eye
tell him “it’s all a lie, i’ve never been a criminal”
no one can’t blackball me, this was meant to happen
my dream, my passion, dipped in expensive fashion
jibs that i spent in hatton, whips that ain’t rented flashing
on the strip, i’m known on the ends for mashing
one of the vets in my era, i started this
talking bout my struggle but you don’t know the half of it
think my blood’s just pakistani, that’s just half of it
i love my mother but i think her other half’s a pr~ck
don’t take after my father, i ain’t my dad’s son
but i ain’t a mummy’s boy so i’m on a mad one
you ain’t ever seen a liver paki
from bricky to izzy, i know a lot of riders akhi
a lot of asian rappers now but i’m the daddy
i’ll say it once more, i’m the daddy
white girls on man, white girl from dam
if that can’t get me off the roads then my songs can
let me tell you how i made my first fifty bags
fell on my face, that means i lost all the sh~t i had
i lost chunks of everything i stacked
i took months off, still getting readies in the trap
you know i turned twenty way before i turned twenty
when i needed man to come through for me there weren’t many
now i’m in the lab getting my verse ready
i was on the roads when man was rocking burberry
one away shirts from just cavalli
a.j.’s low, it ain’t just cavalli
big louis’ on when i touch the party
the plane just landed, i touched karachi
haze didn’t like the fact that i cl!cked with yass
i done branched off, rolling with a different batch
thinking bout the old days, reminiscing back
people that diss my tracks probably never hit the trap
when i was broke where was you?
you didn’t care for me so why should i care for you?
you wasn’t there for me, i’ll never be there for you
you think you’re scaring who? i’ve never been a wary yout
i’ve seen situations, made my life change
cars, money, women and an ice chain
i need a red with tt leathers like rain
i can’t be thirty on the block tryna buy caine
i ain’t getting at the o.g.’s, they know me
i’m reassessing my friends, even my codies
i know about the nightlife
young g’s in their teens getting money like ice
i’ll get a boy touched for the right price
turn your lights off, night night
my year’s been a lesson
you’re a broke yout, you’ve been a peasant
sounding like the future in the present
this is my city and it’s quite gritty
but i need that money like chippy
one eighth, five traps, five kitties
now it’s o.t., half a box, billing lines quickly
if you sleep with your bricks you’ll get your birds robbed
i mash p’s in ends that you’ve never heard of
this is the life i chose, my mum rings my phone
and asked me when i’m gonna get my first job
f~ck a nine~to~five, i want a nine of white
my bruddas in cunch, nine of dark, nine of light
tryna get exposure when the time is right
i miss my brudda hazey cause our minds alike
that means we think the same
different links for flake, cut me out of my drink you snake
now i think you’re fake
i turn grams to grands, every road rinsed my tape
don’t you know you’re looking at a star?
push my nine up in your face, you’ll be looking at a star
whipper in the kitchen, he be cooking up that hard
you ain’t spitting how you’re living
you’d be shook to leave your yard
you don’t know about my pain and stress
you never lost money for a cayman s
or a range rover, forget a datejust
go and get your cake up, go and cop a daytona
i just got it in, now i’ve gotta change blower
you ain’t messing with my old sh~t, game over
wait over, you’ve never heard a paki nice like jay hova
new polo colour of grape soda
no liquor in my system darg, i stay sober
in my crib, chilling on my l~shape sofa
good friends with my link, i sell straight kosher
started getting creme in then my weight rose up
still selling press, i don’t buy my yayo cut
[verse 2]
i thank allah that i’m still breathing
what’s the purpose of life? its real meaning?
caught up in this dunya then you’re still dreaming
we’re all out here tryna get this real cream in
times when things was breaking me down
had my knees on the floor and my face on the ground
that’s in the masjid, i’m into women and i’m into matics
i’m accessible, interactive
but don’t talk about who i’m in the trap with
being broke feels embarrassing
but not for a yout that never had a thing
but for me, knowing that i grinded so hard
gotta start again even though i came so far
tryna take my own path
them boys won’t last cause them boys don’t graft
let go of the past, i’ve gotta think ahead
i’ll still put a box into z’s
my bruddas put that class a all into pebs
getting it the fast way, it’s in my head
living alright, it’s not good enough
i wouldn’t be spitting if i couldn’t buss
certain man around me that you shouldn’t trust
and certain man around me you couldn’t touch
forget gas, i feel to go cop a coupe
driving past the common, still seeing prostitutes
hit the block, drop my soldier half a box of food
i’ve got a busy day ahead, that’s a lot to do
and i ain’t living in fear
i ain’t spent proper time with my mother in years
i don’t know where she lives, i ain’t ever been there
certain times i ring her phone and i’ve been aired
i’m sorry for the stress i caused you
i hope things are better for you
i don’t want you to die and be p~ssed i never saw you
cause i’ll just forever mourn you
it’s hard for my brother and it’s too awkward
forget looking back, i’m tryna move forward
i move cautious, i need a jeep and a drop, two porsches
i put streatham on the map for real
and i’ll never sign a cr~ppy deal
i can tap into a market, attract a mill
that’s mass appeal, that’s how i actually feel
and i ain’t signing my life away for a sports car
i ain’t one of these rappers who just talks hard
you don’t know about the fast life
i swear i had a year’s stress last night
you don’t about the streets no
i start to move itchy when my p’s low
you don’t know about g’s that i saw
never bleed in a war, half a key of that raw
on road with a biscuit, fish scale
i don’t care about this pr~ck, his clique’s frail
feds packing out them big jails
on road, watch how smoothly my ship sails
i don’t wanna be out here dealing drugs
i lost the only woman that i really loved
now i feel like i’m still a mug
cause i still want you back and i’m still a thug
would’ve made you my wife then breeded you
times i was down, i needed you
i had faith in you and i believed in you
but i don’t need the lies, i just need the truth

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