Fire In The Booth lyrics

(Part One)

[Verse 1]
The system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me
Left my mum a widow, seven kids, she's a real G
She's a real G, the system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me
Never got to raise me, I grew up in the bin, I grew up on a wing
Visits every week, you'd always bring something in
Weed and burners wrapped in cling
You've always been my queen, taught me I'm a king
Writing that bar I got goosebumps on my skin
It's been nine Christmases that you didn't have your kid
Always blame yourself for thе sh*t that I did
Sorry for everything mum, I love you to bits
Cathеrine McCann, the best mum that ever lived
We're McCanns and we're hated, no man, seven kids
Mum you've done amazing
Come a long way from Chedworth Crescent, sharing trainers
Armed police would raid us
Guns and tasers, that's why I f*cking hate 'em
Fifty interviews, I never spoke in the station
Before I made a statement the Pope will turn Asian
Yeah my mum's an angel but she raised Satan
f*ck the GMP bacon, put my mum in the papers on front pages
Talking bout shootings, she can't walk without aching
Bro that's why I'm fuming
Cause the 5-0 nicked my mum for some shootings
A fifty-three year old woman, are you stupid?
Tryna get to me, that's my queen, I went ruthless
Sent out shooters, paid for their Treys and their Supras
But I never paid for no shooting
[Break]
The system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me
Left my mum a widow, seven kids, she's a real G
She's a real G, the system killed my daddy

[Verse 2]
The hardest time for me was Preston jail, that sent me mad
Every time I got blazed and closed my eyes I'd see my dad
On the same wing, wondering was this the pad?
But they found him dead, no note for the fam
If I could speak to him now I'd tell him he's a selfish man
Left a woman with seven kids, I told you bout my mam
Walking round the wing like you took your last breaths here
A-Wing, Preston, took your last steps here
Came on that sweat box but dadzy never left here
Dreamed of getting out but ended up dead here
Yo dad would you believe that I actually achieved?
Went from shottys to machines
All I know is robbers, thieves, shottas and fiends
How they know Hell f*cking made me a beast?
I don't blame you, I hope you rest in peace
I remember that last visit, talking through a screen
Remember mum saying you're dead and dropping to her knees
My mum used to preach about these streets
Shouldn't get in deep with all the stealing and the dealing
Birds that I creeped in, robberies I steamed in
Nothing personal to them people, I was eating
You should blame them screws for the way that I was treated
Nine years of my life fighting for freedom
Down the block freezing, I've seen real guys turn weakling
Segregation beating, at his door screaming
Cut his wrist, bleeding
Screws told him "Shut up before we send a team in"
Heart sinks, the next morning found his body leaking
When I say "f*ck the system", understand the meaning
That was my friend, imagine how I was feeling
(Part Two)

[Verse]
Every night shots firing, Salford's violent
City full of riders, my city's divided
Like Northern Ireland, at war or fighting
Whites shooting whites, it's a crisis
Papers say Salford's like Moss in the 90's
Never wanted to be 2Pac as a little kid
Never wanted to be Biggie as a little kid
Looked up to guys like Dargan and Ricky Smith
Hitting half a mill in licks
Pretty chicks, biggest whips
Salford, we're the grittiest
Used to watch the graft on YouTube then go hit the bits
Me and Ryan Mac in boiler suits doing silly sh*t
Broad day drag outs, really didn't give a sh*t
Used to have some good friends, then I tried wig the prick
Say I'm out of order cause' he was with his kids
Pedal bike, sawn off, Jordan's been the drilliest
Anything I rap about, somet that I really did
I ain't bragging brother, this is just how I really live
No gangs in my city, bro we're paramilitary's
Nana's shot, mums and dads shot
I just came home, everyone thinks I've made it
Whole city love me, people hug me like I'm famous
Say it's nice to see me doing good stuff, not base sh*t
I just smile, nod and go "Yeah appreciate it"
I don't think they know that I'm still snapping razors
Still smacking flavours, got UK's and Haze's
Still wrap man for wages, I ain't seen no changes
f*ck the rats, have you seen their faces?
Asking for straighteners, I gave em razors
Sat in my pad going mad frustrated
Done a long week, a long year of waiting
Bro a year I've waited
I run my town from my cell, police are fuming
They took me back to jail, I'm still releasing music
f*ck a blue tick, I'm certified with broomsticks
Shut down my insta...
Tryna stop my movement, I've got dotties booming
I've robbed robbers, rob shotters, rob you if you do bits
Point blank range, try blow who's wig
Later the same day, try blow who's wig
Tell me what you did, I grew up in the juvies
Grew up with the scoobies
Only a school kid when I was splitting screws wigs, 15, ruthless
Coming home shooting, me and Kane, two sticks
Watch ourselves on news clips
Dangerous broke, imagine what I'm gonna do rich
And you ain't no shooter if it's once or twice
I ain't squashing no beef, it's f*cking on for life
Never lie in my rhymes bro, look in my eyes
f*cking hate jail... like a blimey crime
I seen a thousand guys walk back on the wing from court with life
See my mates keep face, inside they died
Thoughts of suicide in their pads, they cried
Nothing I can say to make it better but I tried
Only thing that I could say was "Bro at least you're alive"
Bare situations man can't describe
Seen serious men f*cking begging for spice
I know in my mind could be me any time
Dropping all these missions, can't let sh*t slide
In jail or outside, bro there's not one time
On my f*cking mums life, rather die than lose my pride
(Part Three)

When I' m broke I'm f*cking dangerous
Looking for a graft with rusty gauges
A lot of whips and vans we plated
Running in gaffs, detaining
Bro I've blammed front doors, f*ck neighbours
Wrapped a lot of guys, why'd you think I'm hated
Tied him up in front of his babies
Shouldn't of kept work where they live
Copped 4's of the blues and a couple of haze's
Went back to Ricks flat, split the wages
Can't tell me bout slapping, raising
Snatched a box on a bike, hit the papers
Said I was sat off waiting patient
Van pulled up with the change in
I snatched the box, some hero tried saving
Said I pulled out a thing and started waving
Bro I'm running through Preston, the Five-O chasing
Chopper out, armed squad, dogs, heart racing
[?] from a strap charge, [?] imitation
Coshed me up, dragged me to the station
Back to jail, raging
Middle of the summer, baking
But I always had the wing locked off like K-Wing
Couple years later, back out on the same thing
Pubs and clubs getting ready for the taking
Headlock the manager, "Take me where the safe is"
f*ck it, I ain't nothing but heart and ratings
Done six and half for Class-A cases
And I never let it down like Dave did
I don't argue, go where they live
Hate public trouble, that's gay sh*t
Ever knocked a door with a thing, then sprayed it
Or licked the wrong door, got the neighbours
I'm not acting bad, just explaining
[?] jail in, [?]
They can't name one that I ain't got mates in
All my mates, mates, mates and got mates
And got four of them done, all in different cages
And they all got slashed up faces
Two quid on each, spent eight quid
Just for being related, or kids they was mates with
Grasses moved on G-Wing with the rapist
Whole of Strangeways read your statement
Can't use police and crimes for your occupation
Lot of graft to get that, land on the wing, gotta face it
Lot of them guys got slashed up faces
Running wild, letting lead off
Shout Little Toe, man I nearly blew his head off
Threw him the strap and I told him to get off, missed him by inches
That night had me thinking all of the times that I had rats sprinting
Outside their gaffs letting off, ears ringing
[?], I f*cking put a shift it
Hopped out, wigged him
Fifteen prisons that I lived in
Yeah bro that's how I've been living
Prison to prison my whole life and I've been linen
I said bro that's how I've been living
Prison to prison my whole life and I've been linen