Fire In The Booth

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Kevin Jerome Gilyard, better known by his stage name Kevin Gates, is an American rapper, singer, and entrepreneur. He is currently signed to Bread Winners' Association with a partnership with Atlantic Records. more »

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He's on fire
(Charlie Sloth presents)
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, oh yeah
Fire In The Booth
And tonight I got something special for you, man
A real G in this ting
From early doors
Kevin Gates in the building, mh
You ready for this cuh? (That's right)
You know what time it is when you hear this sound
Let's get ready to rumble
Let's go (let's go)
All real
Me and Green Man on this end, you heard me? (Yeah)
Understand, it's all real (let's get 'em Kev)

The bust down on my watch, cancelled all my soul ties
Counter tops 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 where you gon' bump your head
Wanna post up on me, for some bread
Tell 'em I ain't scared
Jumped the Hellcat with no Timb
Work in my BlackBerry
T-shirt white, bitch bright
Feel like I'm Jeff Perry
Swaggin' from the pipe, 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 fiend, you could go fetch you a Benz

Bulletproof Cutlass Supreme
Necklace inforced it with bling
Truck on the interstate
Make the Honda touch down with them B
Rollie on glisten, ka-ting
Later this shit was a dream
Bread Winner ego go, ing
Jump in the whip and go skrrt (perfect)

Come up from nothing
Gold teeth in the gutter, this street
Caught up with cutters and cleats
Thuggin', I'm somethin' unique
My children love me, my women infatuated
Pull the paper from outta that hoe
Everything platinum, ain't regular standards
He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' them lows
These women mean nothin, they stealin' my energy
From em it's 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 or 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'm not scared of nothing
I'ma control the threats, I show the press
And tell 'em 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 from that
Raisin' my son for the build the man
And he 'bout to live in reality
We open with prayer and we 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 with noise

Still tryna be a better man (he's turnin' up)
Still I handle bidness like a gangsta
I'ma always be gangsta, I'ma always be gangsta (f*ck, yeah)
Still tryna be a better man
Still I handle bidness like a gansta
I'ma always be gangsta, I'ma always be gangsta

Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga
Layin' low down in the slums
I'm the same nigga from the haunted house
With Jermaine here dealing drugs
I'm the same nigga had Marlo Mike
Underneath the wing of the buzz
I just wanna see you come up
Quarter ki, a grand tryna let 'em thug (Perfect)
I'm the same nigga flood the wild side
With the lower tabs in the mud
In the bottom, standin' outside
Gates got the cocaine in the bud, mmh
Rest in peace, Lil' Fat, Droptop Jack, come in all black
Hit me back, pull on me and Julio, on Louisa Street for the pack, huh
Let me take a nigga back
'Fore I graduated with them racks
The whole Southside eatin' with the trombone jumpin' out Camaros
That's when Big London had the lick
That's when Big Head had the lick
Boeing Airplane and 'Lac
We on airzone in the lair
Big yak havin' the CTS
With the spinners on him, that's a fact
I was uptown at the Easter Bash
White Stan Smiths with the tag
With the long dreads, Polo collar
With your bow shorts lettin' 'em sag
With the red boxers, with the white shorts
All four pockets full of bands

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 for having me
Thank you, boy, that was- that was wild, my guy, wild
What's up?
Whew
And that right there, that right there
Was fire in the booth, mad

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