DigDat: Fire in the Booth

You know what time it is when we hit this, right?

Lie, lie

(Let's get ready to rumble)

Lie

My bro got **** for the low

You know that he's sellin' them fast

Scars wanna box like Floyd

But he needs two and don't have a loss

Got leng tings tryna move stoosh

Said I won't take her to Shard

Lost so many shanks in a bush

Like man's TV they were all Sharp

PCs want Intel, if you get nicked don't sing like Adele

They just put bro on the wing with an SO 'cause he got nicked for a show

These opps just move like lighties, how we still can't see them yet?

Don tripped up, got cheffed last minute

But he thought he would EasyJet

House parties and I came with a nizzy

She's tryna dance with me like Dizzie

With M I'll do it for a kizzie

Quay back two knives up, me and Tizzie

Splash, I'll send man swimming

Don't be out on the mains all slippin'

I just linked Tom, just went on a Cruise but we didn't complete that mission

And my new ting leng like Rita from Antigua, real little diva

Got Tisha tryna go shisha, dead ting, she ain't gettin' more than pizza

Leng ting, that was my G-friend, lockin' her off, she was tryna be more

Fendi tags what I'm poppin' off but I spent way more bands in Dior (Perfect)

Ain't into no banter, don't get shanked, get it twist like Fanta

I was in the trap on Christmas servin' snow with a sleigh like Santa

Might show you how my kitchen does it, twist it, push that, sh-sh-shove it

I feel tapped, get evil thoughts, when I smoke Amnesia I don't pray Isha

Aye, Lisa, Lisa, bust man's flat, let me out with the cleaner

Free S and Clipz

Blow me a bag when I hit JD last week, bought 10 new kicks

I got an older ting called Susan, cattin', always wanna wear man's cuban

Frisk man's head on the wing like Deebo, nurse had my hands on Ice Cube

Went 'round there in a typhoon and still had a skeng and a ride too

I was unsavoury, hear Miss Madden like "Put your plaits in a hair-net"

Tryna get 'round there, let's ride along, I'm itchin' to brawl, are we there yet?

Had so many packs on a visit, I was prayin' they make it through

Bad one callin' my phone non-stop, I think she's taken too

Stolen ped, too high-vis' too, that was qway back then, me and Diesel

How you been done like twice? When I see man next tryna make it a sequel (Fuck yeah)

(Yeah, they gotta do this)

Wait

(Matt, Matt)

(Matt, Matt, send the levels rap to 2020)

Alright

(I lost count of the punches, eh?)

Aye, it's Matt

(So murder, yeah)

(Should we go out again?)

Aye, come, aye, let's get it

(Okay)

I am through, my brothers, you know (Yeah)

Bang your doors

(Skill, bro)

Three scars, clips, S-1

MK, red stitch, axe aisle

Look

Aye, Charlie

(The city, y'all need this combo)

(We're gonna do this)

Uh, lie, lie

Look

Lie, look

My life's been fucked up, left school secondary

And I found it hard to trust cah everybody's temporary

Pops told me lay low, I would never stay home

But you'll always be the realest, why I can't forget them favours

All them closed visits you were sending me my trainers

Like stay eating food even though you've got no appetite

Too much to lose, lost my phone 'cause of satellite

Staring at the mirror in my cell, I used to fantazise

Never knew one day you'll live this rapper's life

When mummy shed a few tears, rent got new arrears

Summertime caged up, winter, New Year's

Have you ever felt so low where you can't feel no love?

And nobody wouldn't care if you fold up?

My brother used to tell me 'bout this road stuff

But I never listened, I was tryna cop my own grub

You've been gone for a while, it's getting so tough

We're tryna start new, now mum's throwing out your old stuff

Rearrange your room, even where you hanged your clothes up

I swear it's been time, now it feels like you don't know us

And when I book a visit you just tell us, "Don't show up"

Your birthdays, Christmas, didn't even phone us

Used to watch like, I smiled when they doubted me

If you knew my whole story then you'd be proud of me

Why you think he's boujee? Don't you know he's getting paid?

But sometimes I turn off these phones and just meditate

I know that I did you wrong, only right I'm letting go

All them letters to your house, how could I forget your road?

'Member that 32, then we got a bigger ting?

I was in the ghetto when them jillies lights flickering

Pocket with my flicky and this **** works brilliant

Slappin' at the crowd then he's due to hit civilians

Charlie, a'ight

(Ho, she's on fire)

(She's on fire)

(Mattie)

I am free to man them hundred times

(They gotta do this)

Gang shit

(I follow everywhere my gang)

C'mon, bro, c'mon

(Straight to the south)

You know

(2020 is sure be a pretty year for you, my ****)

(Oh, foo)

(Matt)

Aye, mixtape out now, go stream that bite up, you know what to do

Gang shit

(Yeah)