Paroles de la chanson Fire In The Booth par Wretch 32

Yeah

Lately, death's been getting ever so close Been feeling spirits while I'm driving, I should get me a ghost
Growing up, didn't know the difference 'tween the road and my home
Now I'm grown, I'm tryna buy every home on my road
Takeaways been over-rinsed, I need a chef to come and live with me
Last time I picked up a pot, I nearly killed a fiend
I don't see a potent rapper out here that can mirror me
When I gave my kidneys to these kids, you must be kidding me

Do you remember playing Operation? Yeah
That's how I feel about these compilations
Think they're the next Dr. Dre until they lose their patience
Saying the game's in a state, man, that's an understatement
I mean, how much more gems can I drop on the future?
How much of my fans might just not buy my new stuff?
We all got bars, but nobody here's a brewer
I bring him sandwich to the beach in the hope of finding tuna
This is nonsense, past tense
I'm a rap genius, I've passed sense
So if you ain't got a two-one or you ain't Three-Two
You gotta graduate before you pass Wretch

We got off on the wrong foot because you half-stepped
Meanwhile, I'm getting restless because I can't rest
21 hours I'm awake, the other three I'm in a daze
Writing what to say with my last breath
Can you not hear the difference even when it's in your system?
Every time I flip the script, I got a scripture
I've seen man go from the strip to the strip club
I'm tryna go from eating Rich Tea to the rich club
I used to wanna go from the bits to the bricks, couz
And then I realized that it's a fix when your skin's dark
Should I do a Kanye and keep it triller?
Fuck that, even when I lose, I'm the winner

I'm the people's champ, let me thank the people
Who never got the point until they grabbed the needle
Niggas try to minus my pluses just to divide my people
Who go from stepping on road just to stepping by the Beatles
It's progression at its finest
They say my weakness is kindness
I kill them with success 'cause it's timeless
Every verse is a verse on the chapter of writing
The writing's on the wall, we know who Destiny's Child is
I'm King Kendrick or Jermaine Cole
Or are you saying King Wretched or Jermaine's cold?
I'm tryna lay the blueprint and give you reasonable doubt

So when you watch the throne, they can see me change clothes
Hang on, wait, you best believe that I'm a general
'Cause one of us has gotta compete at all the festivals
And I've been out here rapping for free before my testicles dropped
Man, I'm so credible, I'm incredible, uh
They say a promise is a comfort to a fool
I'm lying if I wanna say I live in comfort, I'm the truth
And this will be the best fire in the booth
And I doubt they'll tell you different when I'm standing in the room
Why? Different class
Sometimes you have to ask
Do you wanna be the best in your country or your school?

In a country full of rules
Where we're selling lollipop to keep ‘em sucking on our balls
It's survival of the fittest, so I'm Mo Farah
I'm black as Akon, just tryna find my own Gaga
The less mercy you show could leave you merciless alone
But I'm yard-grown, so I ain't taking no bad up, nah
And Tidal's got the whole world moving crazy
It's like they'd rather free Spotify playlists
That's messed up like them cops on the day shift
Who just can't stop and search without tasing
Shit seems shocking when you're reading about it
Six years old, they was raiding my house, shit
Tryna find my uncle, didn't open my mouth, shit
My dad might've killed me, no snitching on our ship

The Titanic ain't going down because of me
See, I can't swim, but I'll be the anchor for the scene
See, how do they expect musicians to stay afloat
When all our sales keep flowing down the stream?

Fire in the booth, Yung Fire, Old Flame
(Ah, ah, ah)