Street Heat Freestyle

Am I the only one that's been on bail, while he's in jail?
Now I just step foot into the T and I can't inhale
I came up for the re, now I can't link this girl
It's been a hour, how the fuck can my tracksuit smell?
I got me and bro doing too much mileage
Again we gotta fill up at Shells
And we just went halves on a hand ting
They don't want that filled up with shells
All the Opps know damn well
If my bros with it, I'm with it
I done all of these jails on my lonelies
Can't anybody tell me I'm timid
Still I can't mix pleasure with business
And I had to get these numbers scripted
Have you ever seen a paper
Back and front just filled up with nuttin' but digits?
Get round there in a bruck down Vauxhall
Filled up with nuttin' but hitters
Do it with the gang or do it on my Jones like Bridget
I was tryna get my prints off the hand ting
You couldn't keep your prints off Bellaire like Philip
You was in the VIP section drinking
I was in the bando flippin'
Get the drop on the Opp
Make Headie One get any inkling
And just like the bando
I'll be on that back road flipping
My young boys do listen but they ain't got patience
Finesse this broad day chinging
They couldn't believe like an atheist
I got old friends that I got to do 'em like strangers
I have them all stressed back home like they ain't got papers
I'm on the back road doing up ching
I should be at home with my ting
Now like MTV they're all in my crib
With evidence bags full of scales and the cling
How they take that one-two stack that I made off a flip?
But it ain't nuttin' cah I ring ring trap
I do this ting daily like Blind
Me and big bro spent time in the sink
Like look at the flick of the wrist, still
Pan look like the headpiece of Sisqo
You ain't taking these risks, no
I see flashing lights like a disco
Now all of these pigs at my door
I'm 'bout to get hit with the recall
I'm 'bout to get hit with the recall
I spent all of them days in Thameside
Grub got bruck like a enzyme
The last time I scored on an opp
I felt like doing that chest knife
Fillled this dinger to the brim
Then we take it there on a test drive
I aim that spins like TLC
I make sure I close my left eye
I'm on the back road doing up Jedi
Them niggas sour, they're red-eye
Nothing comes before my numbers
Not even my NI (ONE)
How many times have I been in cuffs
And everything got denied?