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 egg head I'm still saying fuck 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 deadstock 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 4 figures off a phone call Season 1 like its Snowfall My niggas tryna bill a line you know I hit him with some snowballs I'm buying low, I'm selling high like the stock trade Devil may cry I got a block full of dontays Swinging zk, rearranging membrane First time I beat of my wap they made 10 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 aint ever stealing And go and put it on your life, that's a headshot Laser thats a red dot Bine what the rest got Cannon pick 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 a fresh bop I feel the hate look at you tryna dress up Far as now I still fly hard brow Low tee, far ground Pedal bikes, car'd 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 dont mean youre in the army Got on a vest you know the rest in the party If I select, watch your step Make calm beat your heartbeat Gave Papi straight life on his first offence Cah we gun down niggas make them skrrf the fence Slap niggas in the face when they talk tough Got the skorpz and the maccy on the tour bus Niggas know when I spaz I go get the tool They ain't get the food, head back, vegetable You know we keep still, I don't do e pills Get 2 down in the day, that's how we drill Clap it anywhere, I gotta tell bro don't record Out here, same thing even if we go aboard All we do is double tap, run the old ends like All your niggas running track And I ain't inna none of that It's kinda mad because the ones that do the mazzas The madting Straight 5 star attire ain't nothing flyer I make the .45 sing like the church choir Straight facts Wan fi see a real crime scene you call Skrapz Jazzy or Fatz Cash to the crime scene love mi tall strap Bring the rifle ah with the short back full of gunshot Me na call cops we na call cops Body haffi drop a ground Fool affi autops' from me eyeball dem make a contact Me deal with paigon boy just like a contract killing .45 spinning or the 9 milli Eagle nuh stop fly uno cant see me Mac 11 touch the road and them gone silly Mr die hard all now them cant kill me And mi boots most definitely boy they cant fill it From london to brizzy Crime scene around the bludclart city Uno zimme uno bludclart dizzy Vinny whipping kuba got it looking like light dough for pattie Really in trap nittys smelling like shitty nappies I don't sleep I nap then it's back to them pissy alleys 15 for the day I ain't seen a squaddy, proper shit This ain't molly dawg you ain't no lardi dadi Built my line back in the day I don't playboi carti Up suh, down suh even the opps territory I'm pulling up on nittys like yo, you don't remember me? Rubber band stacks so much money it's a giveaway When momma found a pack I just bought me another plate Niggas go ot 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 dont need to do a thing Momma 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 shop boy I'm on the strip God