Mazza_L20: Fire In The Booth

I got a 'Dear John' letter and this is what it said

"Dear Mal, you know I love you and I wish you all the best

But this rap shit's fake, I think it's gettin' to your head

Can't sleep, you're on me mind every time I go to bed

Got bags by me eyes 'cause I'm always upset

Comparin' meself to all these girls on the net

And I know you always told me they can never be a threat

But it still gets hard for me dealin' with the stress"

She said: "You're focused on yourself, you're always leavin' me till last

But when you needed suttin, I'm the one you used to ask

'Cause your mates are all rats

You don't love me no more

You had me diggin' up shh

And gettin' on the bus so I could drop you off packs

Just to help you get racks

Helped you go from nuttin to a hundred grand stack

All I wanted was your love, I'm not with you for your cash

Bonnie and Clyde, you're supposed to have me back

It's like you're forgettin' I was there before the rap

And I'm glad you're doin' well and puttin' Bootle on the map

But I can't even sleep, I go to work and can't relax

Not tryna make you feel bad, I'm just givin' you the facts

I've never been like this, I'm havin' panic attacks

But I'm not writin' just to tell you what l've done for ya"

She said: "I'm writin' just to tell you that I'm done with ya

You always told me you was gonna keep it real

But it's like you don't care when I tell you how I feel

I've even lost me appetite, I can't even eat a meal

You're obsessed with your phone and watchin' Instagram reels

And I know you worked hard tryna get yourself a deal

But you went and broke me heart in the process

I've waited for years and still you're not home yet

People come first and that's the shit I don't get

You're always listenin' to them like they know best

And I know you're banged up, doin' roll checks

I know you're locked in that cell and you get so stressed

But all I ever wanted was for you to come home

I'm in work all day just lookin' at me phone

For a call or a message, but you leave me on me own

You got me feelin' all alone

When I tell you how I feel, you just think I'm tryna moan

You've got a cold heart like it's made out of stone

It's like you're not there, you're always in your own zone

I used to think it's 'cause you're stoned

It's probably from the jail or maybe you've got no soul

Got me feelin' like a fuck-up, like I scored an own goal

Feelin' like I've been robbed and it's me heart that you stole

But everything l've ever done is out of love

I've had a fucked-up past, you know it's hard for me to trust

Used to come on closed visits on the train or the bus

Just to see you through the glass, they didn't even let us touch

But I still came just to make you feel good

All I wanted was a hug, you've got me feelin' like a mug

And now I'm overthinkin' again

I stopped speakin' to the girls and goin' drinkin' again

And now I'm goin' through your Insta again

And I'm just sittin' here lookin' at your pictures again

I always tell you book a visit again

Your mixtape's doin' well and I'm happy it blew

But you're just focused on money, all I wanted was you

I'm paranoid, I'm always thinkin' that you're bangin' a screw

Deep down I know you hate them and I know it's not true

All I wanted was to hear you say 'I love you'

But you act like you never knew

I can't do it no more, so keep doin' what you do

And don't write back, because we're through

Don't write back, because we're through"

Ayy, ayy, play the beat, are we recordin' it?

Okay, sweet, let me slaughter it

Like Just Eat, I just ordered it

Fuck a little bit, I want all of it

Tell 'em make sure to proportion it

GP, I just sorted it

ET, I just orbited

Tell 'em drop the coordinates

I'm in a spaceship, I'm just orbitin'

And I'm makin' bread like a Warburton

Got antiques, I'm not auctionin'

Got .32s and a Scorpion

Make you time-travel like DeLorean

Come on, like

Gang shit

We're here, bro

Yo, free A1, free Dino

Bang your doors from the 1s to the 4s

Bang up or bang out

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ayy, play the beat, are we recordin' it?

Okay, sweet, let me slaughter it

Like Just Eat, I just ordered it

Fuck a little bit, I want all of it

Tell 'em make sure to proportion it

GP, I just sorted it

ET, I just orbited

Tell 'em drop the coordinates

I'm in a spaceship, I'm just orbitin'

And I'm makin' bread like a Warburton

Got antiques, we're not auctionin'

Got .32s and a Scorpion

Make you time-travel like DeLorean

I've got fans now, let me talk to them

These cap rappers need cautionin'

If I plant a seed, it needs waterin'

Free bro, man, it's torturin'

He was in the block and they tortured him

In a old cell, it's Victorian

Had to read books, historian

No food and they taunted him

Seen people die and it haunted him

Can't break us, we're not porcelain

Free Ste, I went to war with him

And I've been at war, I'm survivin' it

Real shit, I coulda died in it

Crime rate, I was risin' it

When I went to jail, it declined a bit

Give me jail time and I'm ridin' it

I don't like your rap 'cause you lied in it

Rap's dead, we're revivin' it

Give me twenty mill and I'm signin' it

This .38's got bine in it

Like Luniz, I put five in it

Make your ears ring when I'm firin' it

Still whippin' up with bicarbonate

Don't dance, but I milly rock with a nine milly, do the milly bop

When you chase dreams like Meek Mill, they're on freaky shit like Diddy was

Fuck Hugo 'cause l've been a boss

Want it done, pick a opp

Get the ghost, come sit him off

All that jail time, bro, it's been a loss

Ten years, I just did a lot

Had to read books when I was in the block

I know they're pissed off that I didn't rot

Couldn't give a fuck if they live or not

When I'm in the field like I'm in the cut

Trap hard like a trapstar and the geords came with these little rocks

Whip, whip it until it locks

Free the boys that are in a cell

Rest in peace the ones that are in a box

Gotta ride around with this glizzy cocked

Turn your Montirex to a mini top

Razor blade when I'm in the wok

Wish I woulda learned how to pick a lock

Rid it all and I didn't flop

Tin of tuna stuffed in a sock

When they shipped me out, I had missin' prof'

Lightwork and I wish it was

But I'll never get back the shit I lost

Double figures, I was in the dock

Free Ste and me driller Flock

Still me and I'm still a opp

And this–

Pull it back like a harpoon

Now he's got paralysis, can't move

Real shit, not a cartoon

You get wrapped up, Tutankhamun

That's the exodus, it might start soon

Lights off in a dark room

What's a rose if it can't bloom

What's a strap if it can't boom

I can't sing, I'm not Ja Rule

If I'm in the whip it's not carpool

It's not a knife fight if we can't duel

Eatin' with us, then it's our food

You get half each like a half moon

Gotta win, bro, I can't lose

In a restaurant with a steak knife

But I'll wig a man with a barstool

Sendin' white on a late night

Catch me lurkin' like a great white

Seen him pinnin' up off a large spoon

Yo, leave it, ayy, yo

He said he put corn in clips, that's sweets in corn, make sure it fits

The .44 kicks like horses' hips

That strap might cause an eclipse

Click it and bang it, bang it, click

Click it and bang it, bang it, quick

Free rkid, that man won't miss

Fuck all of that, I ain't tryna get nicked

I just done ten in the wok, it's shit

Now I've got matchin' hats and kicks

Me and me bitch got matchin' whips

Buss down Roleys, matchin' wrists

VVSs and magic drip

Got a brand new blick with plastic bits

I could never imagine this

One take, one take

Come on, bro