CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fire In The Booth, Pt. 2
It’s been a minute
First I wanna shout out my people up in them prisons
I just hope whenever my youngins hear me they listen
Hope sincerely hear coming on something different
Gotta keep sh*t stable
Bring some plan B’s to the table
’Cause not everyone you bring in here able
I was on the road in the cold on my ankles
Bottom of its sore to the lord I was thankful
And I heard it
Many men wish death on me
Boy I dare one of you n***as try to step on me
I might air one of these n***as boy my tech on fleek
Nike air one of these n***as if my tech on fleece
That’s a hoodie man
Gangsters don’t dance, we just boogie mans
Got my n***as in the dance with the fully jam
Just in case lil homie prance on a n***a
Let it off and advance on a n***a
I just seen my n***a on the TV
Imma let you know this illegal sh*t isn’t easy
And all this rapping I’m doing this isn’t sh*t
I’m still thinking of reinvesting the bricks
See I can rap bout how my life go in the p*ss
Or ’bout me trapping selling nines without a strip
Or ’bout my n***a number nine and all his wrist
But I just know there’s more to life than all this sh*t
I just need some ice for all the nights we broke the wrist
They can’t do me wrong or own my rights thats on my kids
Don’t be scared to fall afraid of heights and how you live
Imma give it all until there ain’t nothing to give dawg
’Cause there’s some people out here who really need me
See Imma feed all the n***as who tried to feed me
If he ain’t got dollar on him he’s stilla eat
If that’s your dawg you better keep him on his feet
My homie in a cell said he feels like he’s on a leash
That boy ain’t doing well when you fell he probably a leech
Because I know better I can’t sweat ’em I gotta teach
Everybody ain’t as intellectual as me dawg
It’s been a minute
First, I wanna shout out my people up in them prisons
I just hope whenever my youngins hear me they listen
Hope sincerely hear coming on something different
Gotta keep sh*t stable
Bring some plan B’s to the table
’Cause not everyone you bring in here able
I was on the road in the cold on my ankles
Bottom of its sore to the lord I was thankful, yeah
You see I only got haters in the six
I get all this paper like I print
I do sh*t my way just go and ask my b*t*h
Before we hit the highway we fill it to the tip
’Cause this sh*t is real
I know n***as who shoot their gun, but they'll still squeal
You could ask ’em I ain't ever run when we was in that field
Even rappers know we catch ’em but that’s just how I feel
See all this sh*t made me numb but you can ask my peers
To get this weed up in my lungs I had to check the mail
Mashallah I’m almost 21 and I ain't checking jail
See it got to a point where I ain't have to check the scale
I’m to ambitious with these riches n***as can't you tell
I’m too malicious with these b*t*hes I should go to hell
Too much opposition on this hitlist he won’t go to bail
See, you can see it in my face when I was on the pill
I hope my brother beats his case and get out on appeal
Sitting in the trap for 60 days it’s going on a year
I was out in London making plays to further my career
I don’t want your business if its more than 21 percent
And if the label tripping with my grip I’m coming at their neck
Was never into sh*t I didn’t have to
My demon walk with a stick and he be glad to
You see I do this sh*t for the n***a on my tattoo
Boy I can’t wait till my p, aye look
I been trying to get it on my own since I was a child
I been breaking into homes and running from 50
All this money off a phone is coming from Fido
She get it and bring it home so shout out to Mike
I swear my dawg been going crazy think he need a vet
I just hope he don’t betray me try and bite me next
I always knew that I would be the one who change the game
See I was all co-signing ounces before I had a name
I was driving way before the license so I had a lane
Told the b*t*h that I don’t f**k with Pisces 'cause I had a lame
Couple weeks my n***as live it night less we was up for days
Now the money coming in so righteous how can I complain
First I wanna shout out my people up in them prisons
I just hope whenever my youngins hear me they listen
Hope sincerely hear coming on something different
Gotta keep sh*t stable
Bring some plan B’s to the table
’Cause not everyone you bring in here able
I was on the road in the cold on my ankles
Bottom of its sore to the lord I was thankful
And I heard it
Many men wish death on me
Boy I dare one of you n***as try to step on me
I might air one of these n***as boy my tech on fleek
Nike air one of these n***as if my tech on fleece
That’s a hoodie man
Gangsters don’t dance, we just boogie mans
Got my n***as in the dance with the fully jam
Just in case lil homie prance on a n***a
Let it off and advance on a n***a
I just seen my n***a on the TV
Imma let you know this illegal sh*t isn’t easy
And all this rapping I’m doing this isn’t sh*t
I’m still thinking of reinvesting the bricks
See I can rap bout how my life go in the p*ss
Or ’bout me trapping selling nines without a strip
Or ’bout my n***a number nine and all his wrist
But I just know there’s more to life than all this sh*t
I just need some ice for all the nights we broke the wrist
They can’t do me wrong or own my rights thats on my kids
Don’t be scared to fall afraid of heights and how you live
Imma give it all until there ain’t nothing to give dawg
’Cause there’s some people out here who really need me
See Imma feed all the n***as who tried to feed me
If he ain’t got dollar on him he’s stilla eat
If that’s your dawg you better keep him on his feet
My homie in a cell said he feels like he’s on a leash
That boy ain’t doing well when you fell he probably a leech
Because I know better I can’t sweat ’em I gotta teach
Everybody ain’t as intellectual as me dawg
It’s been a minute
First, I wanna shout out my people up in them prisons
I just hope whenever my youngins hear me they listen
Hope sincerely hear coming on something different
Gotta keep sh*t stable
Bring some plan B’s to the table
’Cause not everyone you bring in here able
I was on the road in the cold on my ankles
Bottom of its sore to the lord I was thankful, yeah
You see I only got haters in the six
I get all this paper like I print
I do sh*t my way just go and ask my b*t*h
Before we hit the highway we fill it to the tip
’Cause this sh*t is real
I know n***as who shoot their gun, but they'll still squeal
You could ask ’em I ain't ever run when we was in that field
Even rappers know we catch ’em but that’s just how I feel
See all this sh*t made me numb but you can ask my peers
To get this weed up in my lungs I had to check the mail
Mashallah I’m almost 21 and I ain't checking jail
See it got to a point where I ain't have to check the scale
I’m to ambitious with these riches n***as can't you tell
I’m too malicious with these b*t*hes I should go to hell
Too much opposition on this hitlist he won’t go to bail
See, you can see it in my face when I was on the pill
I hope my brother beats his case and get out on appeal
Sitting in the trap for 60 days it’s going on a year
I was out in London making plays to further my career
I don’t want your business if its more than 21 percent
And if the label tripping with my grip I’m coming at their neck
Was never into sh*t I didn’t have to
My demon walk with a stick and he be glad to
You see I do this sh*t for the n***a on my tattoo
Boy I can’t wait till my p, aye look
I been trying to get it on my own since I was a child
I been breaking into homes and running from 50
All this money off a phone is coming from Fido
She get it and bring it home so shout out to Mike
I swear my dawg been going crazy think he need a vet
I just hope he don’t betray me try and bite me next
I always knew that I would be the one who change the game
See I was all co-signing ounces before I had a name
I was driving way before the license so I had a lane
Told the b*t*h that I don’t f**k with Pisces 'cause I had a lame
Couple weeks my n***as live it night less we was up for days
Now the money coming in so righteous how can I complain
