Line of Fire, Pt. 9

My new burner's so long It shoots 'til it goes click-click, comes like I'm tryna turn the stove on, uh If you get caught with that birdie in the trunk When you get to the station, better turn into a monk, uh I had TP's, pure sniff Your re-up came in a bag, mine came on a forklift Ask around I'm the number one plug when it comes to weed, pound-for-pound Them opps' guns jam a lot I got the same ones Tony Montana got, uh I ain't like them niggas, these man are bummy The kinda broke that owes the weed man money It's Nines Ayy, they call it candy cane Free Pap, it's killing the brandy game We ran it up, put it on my family name (my bro) That's bro like Sully and Dushane I'm the one to turn up the deadline 250 Benz hug the road like it's bedtime They know I run track like the Met line Fatz in my ear, bro like, "Anyone can get bine" When they ask if I'm good, I just say I'm great Got a baddie waiting on a date You know Styles pull up fashionably late She know I'm dope like them tracks we create Dope boy shit, they try put me on the digis White girl from country, I took her to the city They ain't seen a trap like this since Nina and Midgey We ain't stepping out without Ninas and Glizzies Way before the rapping, man was outside banging They know Fatz with the cannon when I come and do a mazzalini Bro's got it hanging out the window in the Lamborghini That's bro cah you know we got grease like Santorini I'm the daddy, all these little niggas wan' be me And I ain't even in town bro, you can't see me They all know that we're one of the baddest And if that nigga ain't dead then I know he's a cabbage I had to laugh, these niggas be throwin' out acid You see that little switch when I put it on rapid? Been a legend, you can go and ask your bredrin I just aim at your melon then I squeeze about seventeen No need for me to pretend Locked in with family, it's rare I ever see friends And I put the work in often, even weekends Plus I'm giving out free gems, take notes They're disguising all the hate when they make jokes And when they make it rain, f*ck your raincoat You was hating from long time, when we was in the same boat Pray they see me fail but say they wish me well Pay attention to the detail 'Cause there's fire in my lines, Line of Fire, first female, the first girl I know they're hurt, well that's life They like to say I think I'm too nice, I am nice When you spoke behind my back, that was your worst L I'm not from Church Road, we don't do the scraps 'Bout to make this nine ring like a church bell We go together and it works well In the trap though, the phone blow day and night I mean the cats know your boy got beige and light I'm in the churches, hand-to-hand, prayer like All I do is talk weight, I probably weighed your life See suttin poking out of my shirt, what's that? Suttin long, what's that? What's wrong? Wash that Feds lock up my dargs, no fraud, hush that Fly birds, dust pack in the church cross that Yuh tink ah talk and just bars then Ah wah you call them Have mi owner ting, mi nah call friend Free the gang, they want the team, ask the sergeant Say a prayer for the hood, they want our men Yo Nigga I'm a boss, car money on my watch Reach for my chain, the M-10's spraying off They say having daughters makes you go soft I still pull up, slap twenty shots then I'm gone Told my chick, "I gotta stay strapped 'cause I'm popular" Hood nigga, still got a throwaway Nokia Way before Wandsworth RM was getting mad dome in my cell from a female officer Don't smoke, never popped Molly The first man I touched was with a twelve gauge shotty I heard niggas rapping 'bout hobbies These niggas like Victoria Beckham, they ain't got no body Strap on my waist so I ain't gotta use a belt Seven-six-twos that will go straight through your house Before I ever snitch, I'll shoot myself Step with two straps like Ghetto in Supacell