Trail of Fire

[Intro]
(Diaboulik), yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Fuck it, ayy
Ahem!

[Chorus]
I’m poppin’ the beam, then I hop in the Beamer
I’m coppin’ the scheme, and I’m plottin’ like schemers
I’m hot off the green, but I want to get greener
She don’t use her teeth, but on the dick, she teether
I ride with my dogs, ain’t trustin’ no lames
We talkin’ in code, can’t fuck with no names
Mac ready to go, I tuck it or spray
Pretend you a hoe, I bust in your brain
I’m goin’ insane, really don’t know
How much more I can take
Lurkin’, workin’, I’m writin’ these verses
It’s gon’ be a while before I get paid, well okay
All of this fame done made me a god
While all of this hate done made you a liar
What I spit is nothin’ but heat
So I’m always walkin’ with a trail of fire

[Verse]
Talkin’ ‘bout the paper, we gon' get that
Big blunt rolled up, shawty ‘bout to hit that
Roti rolled up, I don’t eat no Big Macs
Goin’ side to side, I be feelin’ zig zagged
Call me, I’ma get a bag, holla when you feelin’ bad
I’ma leave a lil’ grass
Rollin’ with the boss, so u gotta have a lil’ class
Lyrics gettin’ tossed in the ring, I'm a lil fast
Everybody calls me a winner
But I still pray to God, I broke the law, I’m a sinner
If you wanna spar, I'm bringin’ beef, let it simmer
I’ma keep gettin’ better, all my drip gettin’ wetter
And you keep getting sweatier, you feelin’ stress
You gotta keep a cool head, under the pressure
Lately, I been blessed with this good weather
Compared to the rain, this is heaven
All I do is spit flames, ain’t shit changed
Smart bitch givin’ me head, I got that big brain
I ain’t the one to predict things, but I’ma tell you
I’ma be famous by the time I’m in the tenth grade
(Bruh, you cappin’, you fucked in the membrane)
Catch you lackin’, punch you up ‘till my wrist break
Talkin’ that shit ‘bout me, that’s a mistake
Done with the EPs, I’m droppin’ a mixtape

[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t get paid off my shit yet
I don’t got no AdSense
Please don’t make me turn
Your Wikipedia page to past tense
I hear what you say behind my back
Shit got me laughin’, nah, it really do
I guess I could say you a munch
‘Cause you thought I was feelin’ you, bitch

[Chorus]
I’m poppin’ the beam, then I hop in the Beamer
I’m coppin’ the scheme, and I’m plottin’ like schemers
I’m hot off the green, but I want to get greener
She don’t use her teeth, but on the dick, she teether
I ride with my dogs, ain’t trustin’ no lames
We talkin’ in code, can’t fuck with no names
Mac ready to go, I tuck it or spray
Pretend you a hoe, I bust in your brain
I’m goin’ insane, really don’t know
How much more I can take
Lurkin’, workin’, I’m writin’ these verses
It’s gon’ be a while before I get paid, well okay
All of this fame done made me a god
While all of this hate done made you a liar
What I spit is nothin’ but heat
So I’m always walkin’ with a trail of fire