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letra de fire in the booth - berna

[verse 1]
in my hood things never change
same old shit man i guess it’s just a different day
in my hood things never change
same old shit man i guess it’s just a different day
i get it popping cause i’m popping i’m a trending topic
they put my life inside the news now everybody’s watching
played it on the big screen, mummy she could barely watch it
shopaholic had me on the net tryna find a coffin, put it in my basket
nightmares, dreaming ’bout my brother in a casket
hungry for some blood but i restrain like i’m fasting
thinking ’bout the past, but the past i can’t get past it
i see these niggas laughing, it must be all a joke to them
i don’t wanna hole in one, i don’t wanna hold a tec
get charged with manslaughter, say it was an accident
mac so pristine, eleven shots so clean man i call this shit immaculate
i’m drunk in this hate, i just wanna be sober
the heart of a lion but the lungs of a smoker
billing in the bm can you smell the aroma?
blowing on my swisher ’till this shit blows over
all the shit i done and didn’t do, points that i didn’t prove
shorties that i didn’t fuck, honeys that i didn’t screw
they might try and set me up, reason i don’t fuck with them
only love me when i’m up so i ain’t got no love for them
i treat the pussy like a gun, rubbers if i fuck with them
but mummy raised me way better, i could never touch a skeng
i could never trust a b-tch
girls are mousetraps they can easily get you pinched, leave the berna in a ditch
but fuck all these b-tches man i’m just chasing these figures
split the profit with my people, split the change with my jigga
now they changed on a nigga
tryna ball like i’m griffin so i won’t hesitate to cut a nigga off like the clippers
might just ditch ’em and go
me, s and r.j. on the hill with some crow
got me flying in the sky like the nest was my home
my luck is changing for the better like i saw two of those, now i’m shutting down shows
flashing lights and they’re blinding me, but i’m not blind to see
red eyes in the back row, i can see them eyeing me they wanna put a knife in me
tell my sister jenny that it’s just a dream
god has got my back he’s got his eye on me
don’t worry, my sister, they’ll never hurt me, my sister
couple years i’m gonna pull up in a german, my sister
big house on the hills, stop working, my sister
when i touch a hundred mil you know it’s curtains my nigga
tryna tell ’em me and sasha got the blueprint, game hova
date on the beach, watching time p-ss i need a daytona
pretty young thing, i tell her come and stay over
and fling your pretty little -ss in my range rover
rapping like a full-time job, this ain’t a hobby
everybody watching my face when i’m in colly
tryna be the hardest rapper coming out of essex
but everybody listens to potter like they was dobby
and rap is what i’m in to, these fuckeries that i’ve been through
children of the lord but we have to sing just to get through
tryna put my people on, get the green like it’s pondu
take ’em off the road to a better life we can live through
tryna show ’em my vision, don’t want them inside a prison
the gang life’s dark like the world is solar eclipsing
need a maid in the kitchen, lotta pyrex in the dishes
some slaves to the system, our value is slowly sinking
but let’s talk about some better days
after my first show i saw my mother’s face
and when i went to bbc i had to celebrate
cause sian you brought me through, i still thank you ay
man i had to drop some fire to get in this booth
and now i’m kicking it with charlie and we in the booth
they can’t tell me bout the hustle, i’m the living proof
i don’t fabricate my lines this is all the truth
and it’s true that i’m fucking cold
so when i touch a hundred racks man i’m fucking broke
niggas changing on their niggas for a couple notes
but people change around the figures, i ain’t one of those
man i’m tryna make a living off the music ting
and when i make it to the top, i’mma bring my bros
niggas asking for a verse you better be careful
because too much of berna you might overdose
let you see the holy ghost, holy flows
my raps got these pussies tryna blow like a snotty nose
i’m the new gen, take the l we’re just seperating new and old
my energy and lyrics is what separates us and those
so i’mma keep k!lling shit until i’m grey and old, ’till i’m in a he-rs- in the dirt
for my brother in sky and for my brothers on the curbs
throw shade on my name, but i worked and i worked
tryna take me out the game, motherfucker do your worst

[verse 2]
how did it get like this, bbc wanna play my tings
got these rappers like how’d he accelerate so fast like an s line did
flammable flows but how’d he get so many views on his first bludclart vid
600k, i need 600k in my bank so i can go buy my mumzy a crib
now she’s well off
they were on top, they fell off
substitute pricks get sent off
negative vibes i dead off, don’t get it twisted you’ll still hold corn like kellogg’s
gunshots i don’t buss off, i’m a street fighter let me get my ryu and ken on
tell man fuck off, his girlfriend’s back got bruk off
give back shots then jog on
bare man talk bare chatter, indirects on twitter
them boy don’t want p-ssa
man get spun like spanner cause i drill on beats like mazza
tell a big man go man up, tell a peng girl come dagger
big batty have to get grab up
tell all the mandem stand up, this ain’t a hobby my g i’m a bludclart rapper
fuck that
can’t tell me ’bout pain cause i’ve been there, done that
ever since a rugrat, mummy told me be safe, watch out for the fakes don’t trust man
remember broke days, had no papes on my oyster nobody with a pound tryna bus man
i got gyal wanna chat about i’m married to the paper so it’s bigger me if i cuff that
in the d-mn cold, looking d-mn cold, no heat
but this boy’s strapped with the d-mn smoke
four man in a four door tryna get home
b-mp cab take bossman to the back road
jump out the ride and run off
i’ve seen bare man hype then run off
i’m a lord on the mic, best run off
and any boy on the mic get run off
and it’s real talk if i don’t get signed, then the game is fixed
i hate these pricks, it’s ip, dip, do take your pick
watching face you’ll take a pic i’ll make him dash like damien did for talking shit
taking shots i’ll take my kick, no leg shots i aim for wigs
give back shots, take my kids
e.t i’m an alien kid, produce storms like fraser smith
it’s a lot i’m crazy titch
fly boy i can take your b-tch, act flash yeah i’ll take your wrist
cartier where your wrist be, tell my man shake it off like taylor swift
but who knows
hey charlie, everybody saying they’re the best i just wanna see who blows
times up, they’re speechless, tell ’em tick tock no fevers, not even
they’re not on par with the kid, they’re weakling
flows penetrate through your skull, they’re bleeding
[?] to your pelvic bone, they’re leaning
if i see feds on my toe i’m skeeting
two tryna draw from a 10 that’s reaching
peng girl with a nice back, i’m beating
peng girl from the opp block, i’m breezing
kick back with some am please i’m cheesing
back on my shit i got no choice
i’m back and i’m pumped like i’m on roids
i bang 14 racks on a 14, i should’ve got left on the wing like i’m reus
you can’t violate me, cause i’m not moist
andy with the tec yeah he’s got toys
everybody wanna rap, trap, bang, you can bang ’till you’re trapped in the can tryna wrap joints
xl checking his pulse, he ain’t talking
land of the dead, these pricks are still walking
garbage, lifting ’em up just like forklifts
washed out, man are old school like walkman
i’m about to leave the whole scene behind
tell the fuckboy kiss on my behind
these pussies niggas be feline, if you don’t rate me suck your mum three times
jumped on this music, man it’s been fun
swear i can rap on the beat all day
you better me, this ain’t how this turn
m a fuckboy tryna catch me a case
heat up the booth now the place all humid
harder to breathe like i punctured a lung
all over socials mouths just running
told them before
if you want bars, man i have loads
you can have those, little pricks get hot cause i’m so d-mn cold
my bro, no negativity in my zone
nose he can get blocked like a d-mn cold
niggas on the block still getting packs sold
cause they’re trapped in the trap juggin’ on a trap phone
people still asking what is this flow
grime and rap but i got a trap tone
cause i grind hard and i won’t stop ’till i’m so sick
swipe cards, tryna get pins like i’m bowling
my success is too hard to stomach, but they’re gonna feel this in their colon
leave mouths open, foreheads open
boot down doors and we leave doors open
boots man’s face ’till we leave jaws broken
conquering land in my sliders, b-tch i’m a roman
didn’t wanna choose me, now i’m chosen
asking the lord to remove these omens
he touched my g swear down i should’ve dipped him, but i let it go cause the left heart’s frozen
lifestyle’s cold like i’m living in poland
gyal want d, coming ’round for the poling
niggas want beef, but they move like sheep cause they jump on beats and repeat these flows like
ay, wait, everybody raps like this, and everybody raps like that
ay, ay, everybody say they got tings, and everybody say they got shanks
ay, what, hit my man with a fist, everybody say they got waps
but all of these cats are silly, i don’t wanna hear that
if you ain’t bad brudda please don’t do it
and don’t talk tough if you ain’t gon’ do it
i know guys in the ride and they’re ready to ride with a bat by their side and them boys will do it
please don’t come with the tough talk
watch how i stroll off, that’s a gun walk
it’s berna man they already knew this
i got guys looking round all clueless
and that’s some inspirational shit
that’s the shit that’ll give a nigga gooseb-mps
me and sash tryna pull up at the mobo’s, in a all white suit like the ku klux
need a porsche with l.v. seats, cause the sauce been dripping like alpo
mmlc bling so d-mn cold, have to drown that shit in calpol
i gotta let go of the f life, but it don’t wanna leave, wanna hold me
i have xl dreams when i sleep, but i have one foot out and it’s so deep
and the whole scene follows, they’re all sheep
catch me on my little bro peep shit
yeah they all wanna ride on a wave, no fuck that shit i’m creating a wave, jump on make ’em sea sick
i smile everyday cause i love rap
get spuds on roads got ’nuff fans
i got peng tings all on my insta
i got ’nuff shorties tryna hug man
shout out to my chocolate darling, i need a girl with a french name like beyoncé
bonjour ma chérie, bienvenue de ma vie
by the way, je parle français

[verse 3]
they can’t be where i’ve been, see what i’ve seen
seen guns tucked under them jeans
out for the cream
so every boy’s in the hood tryna be a dough boy ’till the boy gets left in the streets
out here’s peak, no mixtape but everyday a boy gets leaked
ten toes with your feet only robbing ten bros in my team if war with berna you better grab that
never, on who, on me, on we fuck that they can never stop me
mc’s will envy, lowkey bred me, they’ve been in the game so lengthy
i just hopped in the scene two minutes ago, how have i got these riddims and flows?
jump in the ghost, let’s go cause i ride with spirits like f note
i’m g-ssed like petrol, triggering alarms when i smoke mc’s like baccy
blacked out trackie, baggie, scatty, looking like a drug dealer
no bark got links for the ammi
four man hopped in the p-ssy, how many fares have i paid to the cabby
how many times have i slapped up yutes then i put mc’s in nappies
you fucking babies, are you crazy?
tell me why they act so……
i grind everyday i’ve been about since igrime, daily
nobody can tame me, nobody can faze me
no fool can graze me, no prick can name me, hit yutes back to the 80’s
bro are you mad are you insane, i’m in the game
this isn’t ea, i’m in the game
i need a musane and two chains
might cop a new ting with loose change
when you hear berna that’s two flames
gripping on two shanks that’s two flames
gyal wanna snapchat, that’s two flames
now i’m on a rampage, who’s to blame
who’s to blame for this shit?
nah, who’s to blame for these kids?
just cause you got 10k followers on insta you think that you’re famous and shit?
you want a man with a german whip, you want a man with l.v. kicks
how you move so cl-ssy ’till you walk past me next day you’re sucking on semen
cause you’re taking the piss, really you’re taking the mick
out here taking a risk, taking a figs
if i lick a stain for 12 racks, bro bro’s taking 6
tryna [?]
nigga fuck views from the 6, i’m out here views from the sticks
this is my gift, for a verse better pay upfront can’t take this shit on a tick
everyone around me is dying
if i said i ain’t scared for my life right now, i’m lying
mum don’t want me out on the roads and i swear on my life i’m trying
all the late nights got mum stressing
all the late nights make mum question
is berna gonna get hit with a burner or am i gripping a weapon
this life’s got me moving didgy, silly
way too para got me rolling to school with a flicky[?]
boy’s outside of my colly, who is he?
if he steps up then a boy get chingy
“oh shit it’s berna can i get a pic real quick” man pulled out a selfie stick
nuts, man could’ve got dipped all it takes is a flick of the wrist
he could’ve got lift up
in a fast track lane to the top fuck stairs get lift up
i look so fly in the stuff that we wear but there’s times that we’ve been bruk
i’m not tryna be like them boy there from time we’ve been us
and when the hard work all pays off kick back with my feet up
but right now we grind, in the dark yeah we shine
hit the trap if this flops, bun the chicks i need prof
bun the gyal i need dimes, cartier with big rocks
fuck the stress i need top
winning season you lost
berna be the boy boss
fuck you all, the scene’s mine
what

- berna

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