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Kevin Gates - Fire In The Booth Lyrics

[Intro: Charlie Sloth & Kevin Gates]
He's on fire
I know you gonna dig this
Oh yeah, perfect
Oh man, it's got to that all important time of the show
Once again my favorite part of the show, [?]
Fire in the booth
And tonight I got something special for you, man
A real G in this ting
From early
Kevin Gates in the building, hmm
You ready for this cuh?
You know what time it is when you hear this sound
Let's get ready to rumble
Let's go
All real
Me and [?] don't listen, you heard me? (Yeah)
Understand, all real

[Verse]

Divorced all my wives, canceled all my soul ties
Countertops in the Southside, lettin' the coke dry
I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck
I'm a muslim, yeah
Let me know when you wanna bump your head
Wanna post up on me, for some bread
Tell 'em I ain't scared
Jumped the Hellcat with no tint
Workin' my BlackBerry
T-Shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm Jeff Perry
Swaggin' from the back, with hard pipe and she said, "Yes, Kevin"
What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said, "Yes, daddy"
Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them
Mix the H with the fen, you could go fetch you a Benz

Bulletproof Cutlass, Supreme
Necklace enforced it with, bling
Truck haul the interstate, make the Honda touch down with them Bs
Rollie on glisten, ka-ting
Little, this shit was a dream
Bread Winner ego go, inc
Jump in the whip and go, screech

Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutta, this street
Cut up with cutters and cleats, thuggin', I'm somethin' unique
My children lovin', my women infatuated pullin' the paper from outta that hoe
Everything platinum, ain't regular status
He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' em loads
These women mean nothin, they stealin' my energy from me
Was spinnin' me outta control

Fuckin' with trash, I learned my lesson
Two hunnid K for a new perspective
Got my attention, that ain't bad
Get out of line and I'm gettin' you smashed
Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass
I'm in the tank, I'm doin' the dash
Keep your security 'round you
Knowin' you pussy and I am not scared of nothing
I'ma control the threats, I show the press
And turn on the pressure ugly
I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growin' from that
I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain't going for that
I'm raisin' my son for to be a lil' man and he 'bout to live in reality
We open with prayer and stick to the plan and this is the only reality
Your moral compass is all you got
Life in general, cold sport
The higher ups gon' play polite
The system still do what they want
Cool to kick it, but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court
Been in that blender with plenty of course
Blemish my image, ain't gettin' no awards

Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta
I'ma always be gangsta, I'ma always be gangsta
Steady tryna be a better man, still I handle business like a gangsta
I'ma always be gangsta, I'ma always be gangsta

Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga layin' law down in the slums
I'm the same nigga from the haunted house, with Jermaine Hurd dealing drugs
I'm the same nigga had Marlo Mike, underneath the wing off the bus
I just wanna see you come up, quarter ki of green tryna let 'em thug
I'm the same nigga flood the wild side, with the loratabs in the mud
In the bottom, standin' outside, Gates got the cocaine and the bud

Rest in peace, Lil Phat, drop top jag come in all black
Him and Bell, pull on me and Julio, on Louisa Street for the pack
Let me take a nigga back
'Fore I graduated with them racks
The whole Southside eatin', Willy and Trae both jumpin' out Camaros
That's when Big London had the lac
That's when Big Head had the lac
Boo and L playin' in the lac
We on Arizona in the lab
Big Yak and Ivy in the CTSs, wit the spinners on 'em, that's a fact
I was uptown at the Eastern [?]
White Stan Smith's with the tag
With the long dreads, Polo collar
With Jabo shorts, lettin' em sag
With the red boxers, with the white horses, all four pockets full of bands



[Outro: Charlie Sloth & Kevin Gates]
He's on fire (He's on fire)
Kevin Gates in the building
Thanks for coming through my guy
Appreciate you, man
I appreciate you forever
Thank you but that was- that was wild, my guy
Wild
What's up?
Whew
And that right there, that right there
Is fire in the booth, mad