Inside the Booth (Intro) Lyrics

As I step inside the booth

You know you motherfuckers doomed

The chopper looking like a broom

And it is ready to consume

I pull up

I fuck up

I lift my cup up

My bitch always stuck up

Her skirt up

Now grubs up

My dick fucking sprung up

Man I'm on the come up and y'all always hung up

To get this all summed up

Man you gon' get plucked up

Then strung up

My name will get brung up

R.I.E

Yeah

R.I.E

Yeah

That AK gon' spray

Until the day

No one is in the way

He has decided your fate

When he put yo ass on the plate

Best believe he'll eat when he ate

Like he's been starved in a cage

Man it is never too early but it is always too late

As I step inside the booth

You know you motherfuckers doomed

The chopper looking like a broom

And it is ready to consume

Bow down

Then just stay down

It can go down

In your hometown

If there is no fucking room

I make these motherfuckers move

It feels like I'm in a cocoon

And my wings 'bout to spread real soon

I'm here to protect it

I'm here to perfect it

Man it gon' get hectic

I chop and dissect it

And then resurrect it

Don't try to infect it

Get chewed up like a breath mint

'Til you're nothing but segments

Then spat out with resentment

I think my name should get mentioned

R.I.E

Yeah

R.I.E

Yeah

I go to work on some lyrics

Like I be studying physics

Man all these rappers gon' mimic

Because the flow is prolific

See through these hoes like acrylic

Somebody phone up the clinic

Because I spat on these critics

And man that shit is acidic

As I step inside the booth

You know you motherfuckers doomed

The chopper looking like a broom

And it is ready to consume

Yeah man fuck the fame

It's 'bout the game

Well what remains

It's in my brain

It's in my veins

It keeps me sane

And kills the pain

I love it

Bow down

Then just stay down

It can go down

In your hometown

Bow down

Then just stay down

It can go down

Like a 4 ounce