Kelvyn Colt: Fire in the Booth

Girl with the long hair, I fuck with the hair hanging out the window, you would think it's Rapunzel

I got my funds up, so humble like Farnsworth

LH 914 on me, that's Lufthansa, that mean that I'm fly

TBAG carry me, I can't die

Walking on clouds, can't bury me alive

I used to cry, couldn't play suicide, I was scared of the night

Hysteria, viral, dog

Find me on the top floor

It smell like Haze, it like Tom Ford

In my final days I will go out, whoa

I get nervous when I pass a cop car

Swear I didn't when I was broke

My community in love with me for speaking the true industry, open it up

This be the reason that I'm cold, yeah

This be the reason you and me don't rock no more

And this be the reason that I'm alone, yeah

This be the reason I do not answer calls

And if they push me down on this side

Just know that I be getting up

And if they cross that line on that side

Just know that I ain't giving up

Ay, and even if they buss on that side

Just know that I ain't giving up

Bulletproof soul, come and hit me up

Young fool, I ain't ever giving up

Yeah, ay

Riding alone most of my days

'Cause I don't trust no one that comes 'cross my way, yeah

I know they smile in my face

Behind my back, yeah, I know what they say

Yay said this and yay said that and yay fucked her but never call back

And yay owe him but never pay back

New S-class, I heard this a Maybach

Skrrt-skrrt, yeah, had to switch out the lane

Same old number, go search out the name

Don't try to claim that I faint

Fix yo shit girl, you still tryna blame

Ay, still try to blame

Ay, whoa

And **** yeah, we be too high

Too fly, blue skies

Out here in Dubai

And we live and it's Fire in the Booth with Charlie Sloth and Kelvyn Colt

We spit that truth mu'fucker, let's go

I was in shootouts in New York after I had shoots in Paris

God's way of tell me, "Boy, this life still flows in a circle"

Different kind of red dots and headshots, nothing is eternal but the inferno and heaven's gate

I ball when I levitate

Meditate before I detonate, demonstrate 'fore I celebrate

Manifested my mental state, I ain't afraid to fail

You got nothing to lose once you accept nothing is real

Except the shit that you feel

I'm a reflection of me

Don't project insecurity so I stay cold in the heat

I don't do coke but I grind my teeth for Off-White or LV

Family my team

Island property

I'm off the Dro in my section, I get withdrawals without beats

I leave the club for the lake

I switch the bus for the Lam'

I sacrifice it for God, everything Halal where I land

I ain't no boy, I'm a man

Since 16, boy, I been mad

It was me against the world, the feds and school and my dad

But that's a whole different story and we forgive and forget

Today we all like best friends

Of course I only meet my pops ****, I don't wrap rainbow dreads

Fuck a rodent in red

The only 6-9 in my life is when I watch girls give head

Wallah, Riri, wallah Mio, told habibti, don't worry

Ay, top floor Burj Khalifa, that's a whole different story

Started out in a garage so I'm always full throttle

I did a deal with Mercedes, lately get paid just to drive it

AMG or EQC, I ride it both with my sliders

And once you hear the exhaust you know success isn't silent

We was so we TBHG, same crew since I started

The way I go back with my ****, they just think you're retarded

Ain't no tick-tock on the wrist watch, how you know perfect timing?

So, turned down a deal with Hublot, tryna get the AP

I know this shit sounds crazy, I know these rappers hate me

Young, black, handsome, business savvy like I'm Jay Z

Bitch, I'm independent

Ay, Triple Black Heart Gang, ay, it's independent

I got your application dude, your NA is independent

Okay, that's how we living

Baby, that's how we get it

I know his lifestyle dead and this right here the vivid

I treat my girls like guns

Fingers on when they blow

And with that hickory dickory, that's a slippery slope

I got D for Tiffany till she be clenching her toes

Eyes roll back, tongue out like aah, I know

Funny how we went from living bummy, squatting, juggling, hustling without any money

Without nothing in our tummy but our anger and some rhyming

To sold-out tours, encores, taking coco after rhyming

Word to Simon, I'm just preaching to the choir

Hide the money on the top shelf, get the high note like Mariah

Fuck the money, I serve higher purpose

My music changing lives now, I'm doing public service

Okay, I'm far from perfect

I got ambition in additions to dealing with these restrictions

Demons, lie to people who carry addictions that I'll never drop

They say that I'm a machine, I let the bezel pop

And this shit German engineering, it will never stop

Shit, harmonize your boy

I sip garri or chow egusi soup, fuck the caviar

Ay, shit

We out here, ay, yeah, yeah

We out here, ay, yeah, yeah

Drop out aus der Uni, sagte Mama: "Ich werd Rapper"

Droppe 100K und kaufe mir back alle Masters

Keine Tags, mach auf Flex, er kann rougher Windows werfen

Er so Deal mit Teekanne, Digga, ich eher mit Mercedes-Benz

Droppe mit Sauce, kein Ketchup, Kodak

Runne mit Bosses, Ketchup, oh-ja

500K letztes halbes Jahr, recording all Bars auf Laptop, hah

Kolles her so, feier andere Rapper zu der brauchen Ghostwriter

Bist du Konsument oder Soapleier oder Produkonti gibts Zufluß

Indie die Zukunft, Chabo auf Modus, hah

Veni, vidi, vici Urlaub, hah, keine Bitch weiß, wo ich wohne, hah

Nur echte Frauen, Mama hat mich gut erzogen

Doch zieh niemals Schuhe aus in deiner Wohnung

Kein Dreck unter meiner Sohle, aye

Denn diese droppen erst nächsten Monat, aye