G Frsh – Fire in the Booth Lyrics Pt 2

Lyrics for G Frsh’s Fire in the Booth below, G Frsh is a hustler on a mission, his business minds serves him well in the streets of London and his thoughtful flows are definitely worth reading.

Brand new Watch! With the second hand Spinning!
Watching Babestation in the Range while I’m Whipping!

Check out the full G Frsh Fire in the Booth Lyrics after the jump.

G Frsh Fire in the Booth

It’s easier to be forgiven than to ask permission
And I’m cool being convicted if I did it with conviction
Victim of my surroundings
Uh
A prisoner of my circumstance, yeah
They said it wouldn’t hurt to dance with the devil
For the eyes of a Jezzy
Dreams of the unlikely like ice in a kettle
We just wanted to shine in the ghetto cause the sun don’t

Yeah

Get your throat cut or be cut throat
So I did I purely for the profit
And I used to prophesies there’d be a day that I could say that i could stop it
But one thought of my wallet
And I say to my mum and sis one last flip and I quit
I promise they knew I weren’t being honest
Sitting there staring at them bricks
Thinking what can match this
Me sitting there slaving in some office
F that I’m on some boss shit
I’m really tryna be fly I ain’t no f*ing ostrich
So skrilla was the topic
B** were the filler
McDs for breakfast champagne for dealer
Gotta stay strapped got a whole bunch of killers
Tryna suck me pretending they
Just signed my deal I told em it’s no biggie
And not because I ball cause I know diddy
But just because I know that the fact that the flows silly won’t guarantee nothing
And I need to see a billi
My ancestors were herders
Tryna be the G.O.A.T. The greatest of all time
Tryna fly not float sting like a bee but
Always stay butterfly I’m on bonfire
I ain’t one of these other guys
I go in and enterprise and yeah I know broke but ain’t tryna empathise
Never came to partake came to get the prize
I’m blinded by the lights but never hypnotise
Cah they say life’s a b**
And she saying “what do you want from me?”
I told her I want it all
See I been living in the sky now please let me fly not fall
Cah aI know everythings second to a second
And that’s why I’m living life loving every minute
My ex used to tell me I’m living like a cynic
Now I’m out of my wallet spending everything in it
Yeah
Brand new watch with the second hand spinning
Watching babe station in the Range while I’m whipping
My life’s so different
Just as I imagined and the best part is I made it all happen
I made it all trappin and avoided the clink
Now it’s just the click of champagne flutes while we drink
A toast to success a toast to more bread
I’m so f’d in the head a said a toast to more bread
Uh

Do you think I’d say I’m fresh
If it f** isn’t these ain’t just bars
This ain’t f*** prison nah
I’m a rock star yeah your looking at a prism
They’re them and I’m me huh that’s the f*** difference
They’re saying that I’m gone
Cause they don’t know I’m missing
I found a bunch of pots now I’m too busy pissing
I think they’d actually die if they found out how I’m living
Had the balls like me dick I took the piss out of the system
Huh
Cah I’m stunting like I’m supposed to
Nah
I left the alphabet emotional
Huh
Yeah Cah I made them O’s move
And I like O yeah
P is what I’m close to
Talking about the trap then you looking at a star
They talk about the whip I talk about my cars
Cah every chick I meet’ll probably let me in her bra
Everywhere I go they all know who we are
I got two big cars
Double whip cream
I’m more than just a fan you can’t ball like my team
Am I the only n***** not acting in the scene
Cah the I only time they ever see z’s is in their dream
And yeah steam is the only thing they let off
I don’t wait for them to fall I tell these p**** get off
Women call me Tom Tom they never tell me get lost
I’m a flygerian and all these dudes are jealous
Cause I make dollar because I’m a shotter
Got 10 bricks in the boot hope the Feds don’t follow
Man said scream at me he said he wants my number
Tell that p*** don’t holla if it ain’t about gwolla
Cause I’m a cash cow man wanna suck my udder
If they suck at success then these clowns can suck their mother
I’m a greedy little pig I flip a brick then go trotter
Got real criminal links my two chains ain’t hollow
So I make dollar as I please and when I wanna
Cause I cant risk a sentence without making a comma
My money machine weighs no ssccc it don’t utter ssshh
I make money off the books like a scholar
I aint got Charles Dickens I ain’t talking bout squaller
Victorian pent house with a view to see tomorrow
Cause I’m a cost cutter I’m a happy shopper
Serial copper screaming f***the robber
Yo
I’m not a star somebody lied I got a pistol in my jars
Got your girl planking in my yard

Roof down with my shades on uh
Cah I shine too bright
Fresh shape up one level trim
So I never ever get my fade on
We all know it’s winner stays on
And I ain’t letting go of this controller
I’ll hold this position like yoga
That’s me sitting high in a Rover
Lone ranger with no Tonto
F these bitches with no convo
Like keep your name just show me something that shows your age
Uh
Im TK Maxx and my racks stack
Tryna flip bags in my ruck sack
Like females I hand bags
Out for man bags with the mare print
I put snake skin on my shades
Just to lose them when I rave
Yeah I’m fly and wreck less
Leave a n*** necklace and my chains
Look in my
Eyes
I came from the roads my n*****
Ain’t just some local dealer
Off ends with the Tommy I got Hill figures
whole bunch of gold diggers on my line
But it’s cool dig as they may they ain’t getting none of mine

Cah even if I did grime I’d kill it
Huh
Cah I could switch up the flow any minute
yo any tempo I go in it
So deep till I’m pulling on her heart strings
F*** up the beat and I hear that beeping
It’s dead flat line finish it
I never had a verse with a flat line in it
Huh
Go and check my C.V.
I just do music to double my paper
I literally take the p p
Everybody can take a free cd
Now they pay to see me
Now these rappers wanna play a trapper to put their track in a hearse
Make them rewrite the verse
Still they can’t see me
They can’t do what I does
Why? Cause like double penetration I’m two f***
I black out
I’m like the bush wacker twins I’m too nuts
Tell anybody who don’t agree that they are all pu****
And to them I’m the new thrush
Cah I keep reoccurring
Might cause a burning sensation
Cah right now n****, yeah
I’m hotter than Satan
Find any search engine
Go and put my name in
Click that fire in the booth
And you’ll find I’m the truth
Cah I ball so hard
Mother f*** wanna find me
But first ni**** gotta find me
I’m probably chilling at your girls
With meat on the grill with my feet reclining
Ball so hard these n*** crazy
Mr Kipling I’m so cakey
Riding round icing on
Rolling with squares like Louis Vuitton
Cah I’m oh so boasy
Presidential’s my Roley
So much profit I’m holy
Catch me in the Ls like foley
G’d up with my feet up
Its kinda sweet can’t f my teeth up
Penthouse business playboy swag
Yeah I’m a hustler top shelf pad
Huh
Anything I want I have I can get it in a jiff so that’s why I’m flash
Cah I love green
Couple broke ni**** wanna colour me bad
But my face dont drag I’ve had p too long to be sad
And I air saying I’m a bad man
But there ain’t no Robin this batman
Cah I ball so hard
Mother f*** wanna find me
But first ni**** gotta find me
I’m probably chilling at your girls
With meat on the grill with my feet reclining
Ball so hard these n*** crazy
Mr Kipling I’m so cakey
Riding round icing on
Rolling with a spike like Louboutin

My names G yeah I mash P yeah
I push weight now get off my bench please yeah
I bang ki’s yeah I hold heat yeah
I touch mic but ain’t one of these MC’s nah
Cah I’m a real life trapstar boots looking like hand park yeah
Tell em that I’m gangster I’ll stay in my Chelsea tractor
The Antarctica is a cold ass whip
Ice out Roley on a cold ass bitch
And I will never love her I told her I’m heartless
But she knows I get it so she stays regardless
This flows retarted
man know I’m too sick if I ain’t the best I don’t know who is
Uh the problems that I talk for the bosses
And there’s too many workers in this office
But everytime they see me they know that I’m balling
And I ain’t going nowhere unless it’s money calling
So if your talking skrilla then n***** I’m all in
I’m busy counting z’s while bruddas are snoring
These haters record this
Right now I’m zoning
I’m VIP sitting and Hennessy pouring
Stunting till morning packing a small ting
Surrounded by women that’s screaming theyre horny
Cah they saw the 22′s on the tractor I left theses n****$ playing catch up
Rolling with that Will Smith
Incase that a little n***** wann act up
two ki’s in my ruck sack
Five g’s in my nap sack
Covered in amere from day we been putting monograms in
Black sack
So bi**** wanna know me
Cah they caught a glimpse of my Roley
But I ain’t looking for a wife
I’m a trapper so I keep a couple trophies
Yeah balling with my homies
Cah I protect my net like a goalie
Heard couple ni****$ wann hold me
Let me be blunt tell them bruddas come smoke me
Cah I’m bout my money money money money money money
For that skrilla yeah I’m going on f****kry
Sitting on a bunch of bricks like I’m humptey
Who’d a thought sitting on bricks could be comfy
She wann sit on my d*** cause it’s the lap of luxury
But this aint no orgy ain’t nobody fucking with me
Ain’t nobody f***** with me
I’m too ill so only the illest of women with their legs spread wide open laying on my linen could ever say theyre coming for me
Cah I’m so far gone ill make you disappear when I wave that wand
G Frsh the oxymoron
I came out the trap with a stack and no scratch went comme des garçon
You ain’t on the par that I’m on
Sitting in your golf you can’t match my drive in the range
You ain’t on these cars that I’m on
I’m what your far from
Everybody knows I’m f***** that don
And I don’t move like a sloth with that Charlie
I tell a bit** straight hold that in your narni

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