Line Of Fire Pt. 8

She said she doesn't speak no English They said I'm toxic like Future Hendrix I hopped out the Benz and I looked expensive Glock-17 with the clip extended I lost count of all the money that I spended I'm still living splendid Been winning from the start, it just never ended I jumped in the coupe, start the engine I had to fly Wimbledon, Alperton then to Hendon I'm the one that they been recommending I'm highly recommended MAC-10 make the whole of them dead I make my little nigga crack your egghead I'm still saying "F*ck feds" My young bucks ride around on mopeds Tryna blow niggas' heads off The bike just pulled up then it revved off Tell them niggas that they're dead stock I been married to the streets long time, still in wedlock Ayo Skrapz fam, I need my money so tall So when I land, that's four figures off a phone call Season one like it's Snowfall My niggas tryna bill a line, you know I hit 'em with some snowballs I'm buying low, I'm selling high like the stock trade Devil May Cry, I got a block full of Dante's Swinging ZK, rearrange your membrane First time I beat off my wap, they made ten plates I'm smoking Lemon Cherry, I had trouble sleeping Flashbacks, I let it sing like Ronan Keating Up in Camden then towards the last one in Neasden Had to air it out in forces like he's undefeated The feds had us up in cuffs I don't know who to trust when I really deep it I write bars but don't do the speeches Guess I'm battling my inner demons They know that Tookies in the trap, he ain't ever stealing And go and put it on your life, that's a head shot Laser that's a red dot, buying what the rest got And I picked the best spot, rest up Thought you was the man but you messed up Fam I'm the next up And that bitch is only bad from the neck up Still I'm in her yard, food on her desktop Feeling brand new, move with the fresh bop I feel the hate, look at you tryna dress up Far as now, I still fly hard brow Low tee, far brown, pedal bikes, card out Heavy like Miles Brown, we get bricks, ask round No trips, far town, big whips, car sound I don't care about them niggas if you ask me Just cause you wear fatigues don't mean you're in the army Got on a vest, you know the rest in the party If I select, watch your step, make corn beat your heartbeat Gave Papi straight life on his first offence Cah we gun down niggas, make 'em skrr the fence Clap niggas in the face when they talk tough Got the scorps and the maccy on the tour bus Niggas know when I spaz, I go get the tool Then get the food, head back vegetable You know we keep still, I don't do E pills Get two down in a day, that's how we drill Clap it anywhere, I gotta tell bro "Don't record" Out here, same thing even if we go abroad All we do is double tap, run the old ends like All you niggas run and chat and I ain't inna none of that It's kinda mad because we're the ones that do the mazzas Straight five star attire, ain't nothing flyer I make the four-five sing like the church choir Straight facts When you see a real crime scene you call Skrapz, or Jazzy or Fatz Cash to the Crime Scene, love metal straps Bring di rifle with di short back full of gunshot Mi nah call cops, we nah call cops Body haffi drop a ground, fool haffi act up So mi eyeball dem, make a contract Mi deal with pagan boy just like a contract killing Four-five spinning, had the nine milli Eagle nuh stop fly, unnu cyaa see mi? MAC-11 touch di road and dem gone silly Mr Die Harder, no dem cyaa kill me And most definitely boy, dem cyaa feel it From London to Brizzy Crime Scene around the bloodclaat city Unnu see me, unnu bloodclaat dizzy Vinny whipping kuba, got it looking like dough for patty Really in the trap, nitties smelling like shitty nappies I don't sleep, I nap then it's back to them pissy alleys Fifteen for the day, I ain't seen a squally Proper shit, this ain't Molly darg, ain't no lardi dardi Built my line back in the day, I don't Playboi Carti Up suh, down suh, even the opp's territory I'm pulling up on nitties like "Yo, you don't remember me?" Rubber band stacks so much money, it's a giveaway When mama found a pack, I just bought me another plate Niggas go O.T. for what I make on a summer day It's like surgery how I'm dicing with these razor blades Niggas really fear me, I don't need to do a thing Mama praying for me, she don't wanna lose her kid Just the other day, I tried to put it through his wig I'm intercepting niggas shots boy, I'm on the strip God