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Line Of Fire Pt. 8
Trapstar Toxic, Storm Millian, Fatz, Cash Money, Streetz, and Skrapz
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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