"Cadabra Freestyle 3" lyrics
Sho, sho, sho, you know
AB in the building, seven shit
O-way or no way, get right get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know
S up or get a chest-up, wear your' vest cuz, you know
Yeah
Sho
Oh, you're tough akh?
You weren't about when we was sliding with a bruckback
Now it's 9 milli, 30 clips that we tuck, fam
And the grandpower got a kick like Ong Bak
You know we got that
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a nigga on the roads, click-clack (Bow)
Huncho's down, that nigga knows not to lack on my mother's
And if he never then he knew when we smashed in his brother
He weren't wise
If he's 9, if he's TP, I'm rising it up
And if its just Sinners, I ain't got time for them punks
Still catch me in the Farm with my weed and some guns
I'm a badman baby, it's just in my blood
You ain't never stabbed a man 6-7 times
You ain't like man
You know how much blood I've spilled with my right hand?
I used to move dark with my rambo on a backroad
One night I stabbed two niggas on my Jack Jones
Keep thinking you're the GOAT, 'til I show you I'm the butcher in this bitch
Got my gun, can't fit another bullet in this clip
So don't act up, you'll get clapped up
And that's that, cuz
Three times they try hit me up
Three times that they've missed, one time that I've lined him
Put a bullet in his shit
We really play with these guns around here
They don't just catch dust
My nigga moves the same, even tho he got a pack, blood
OFB, Farm Block, Star Gang, Broadwater
Shoot you in your' face and make your' girl cry eye water
You know them Farm yutes darker than 9 PM
I'm talking matching outfits with the .9mm-s
I shot the prick cah' he was standing with the wrong crowd
Mind who you're linking in these streets cause the smoke's out
We'll clap you, and the witness if necessary
Niggas tried to kill me, since then I've been forever ready
Somethings changed lately, I ain't been feeling myself
I've been over preein' evil, this ain't good for my health
All I'm trying to do is rap, but that's just half of my life
You see the other side, hella' guns, niggas dyin'
Conversations with my brothers you ain't had these type of convos
I be plotting with some killers, we ain't talking 'bout no Rondos
Head shots, chest shots and locations
Couple high powered burners, got them on rotation
We tryna find a main hitter, get his soul taken
I really dodged bullets for true so there ain't no faking
When I slapped Klappy's mash I left the road blazing
When I crashed it on ****, the streets needed taping
They can't say we ain't done it when they know we did it
Looks like I'm still out here, don't watch the image
Don't get it twisted
I ain't gotta' lift a finger to get you lifted
But I'll bun you if I have to, so what's the difference?
I ain't got no regrets in this life that I'm living
I got guns at my videoshoot, risky business
We got a body over there, and over there, and over there
That's why we're killers
I shank man with my rambo not no scissors
My flick shank seen blood like Jack The Ripper
I like semi-automatics with 10 plus
They reliable, but I ain't never like spinners
I ain't dumb enough to jump in the ride and glide
I'm an asset on my block, I really changed some lives
You can't say you've done the same, don't fucking lie
I know niggas from your' block and their money's tight
I thank God I survived my time on the roads
I could've died in OT on a Lyca phone
Out of the twenty plus bullets that they shot at me
Atleast one of them bitches could've hit my dome
Out of the hundred times that I've gripped my pole
The feds could've caught me once and took me off the road
High speed chase with Klappy's gun in my hands
I thank God for Kush, he spun the coupe, done a vanishing act
There ain't no acting up
If a nigga on my block ain't playin' his role, then man smack him up
Me and my circle run this ting like athletes
Cause we get the waps and charge up like a battery does
Mm-hmm
We just tryna' prevail
When I take a flight I smell the fresh air and seashells
Walk up on my block it's only gun smoke and weed smell
I can tell you about the streets in detail
He lacked upon his block and got shot
The other never paid attention to the beef, and now he's done
Real nigga shit, sometimes I feel it for his family
But I blame his friends, because they know beefing us and it's done
I grew up on the streets of Tottenham, if you ain't got it then you rob it
It gets here like it's Gotham
Hella' gunshots the topic
Used to walk 'round with flickies in our pockets
Now we sliding and we shooting 'til the slide, breeze
Civilians screamin "Please"
Pussy niggas tryna' bob and weave
Everybody tryna' up and leave
Pray to God that you ain't someone that we wanna' see
If I'm feelin' threatened, I go and get my gun
Couple times I never had it and I had to run
I remember bullets flying and I had to duck
But they had to do the same because I ain't no punk
I'm just hoping for some better, better, better, better days
Even though I'm making money each and every day
All when life gave me lemons I made lemonade
And I put some ice in this bitch
I spent more than 50 putting ice on my wrist
Move my family out the trenches got my house in the sticks
Charity begins at home and in my house I'm a king
On my block I'm a GOAT and I put that on my darg's grave
Richer than the whole of TP and Park Lane
Put us in the same conversations I get heart aches
Them niggas in the slow lane
Me, I'm in the fast lane
Uncs is in a slow car, me I'm in a fast one
Gunna's in a shit crib
Me, I'm in a large one
They're big homies, broke, while I'm chillin' with a large sum
Generational wealth pending on the Farm Block
We ain't the same, me and them man was levels back then, but no more
I get more than 50 when I'm going on tour
I did more than them in this beef and they're poor
We just tryna' prevail
When I take a flight I smell the fresh air and seashells
Walk up on my block it's only gun smoke and weed smell
I can tell you about the streets in detail
He lacked upon his block and got shot
The other never paid attention to the beef, and now he's done
Real nigga shit, sometimes I feel it for his family
But I blame his friends, because they know beefing us and it's done
AB in the building, seven shit
O-way or no way, get right get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know
S up or get a chest-up, wear your' vest cuz, you know
Yeah
Sho
Oh, you're tough akh?
You weren't about when we was sliding with a bruckback
Now it's 9 milli, 30 clips that we tuck, fam
And the grandpower got a kick like Ong Bak
You know we got that
Eeny meeny miny moe
Catch a nigga on the roads, click-clack (Bow)
Huncho's down, that nigga knows not to lack on my mother's
And if he never then he knew when we smashed in his brother
He weren't wise
If he's 9, if he's TP, I'm rising it up
And if its just Sinners, I ain't got time for them punks
Still catch me in the Farm with my weed and some guns
I'm a badman baby, it's just in my blood
You ain't never stabbed a man 6-7 times
You ain't like man
You know how much blood I've spilled with my right hand?
I used to move dark with my rambo on a backroad
One night I stabbed two niggas on my Jack Jones
Keep thinking you're the GOAT, 'til I show you I'm the butcher in this bitch
Got my gun, can't fit another bullet in this clip
So don't act up, you'll get clapped up
And that's that, cuz
Three times they try hit me up
Three times that they've missed, one time that I've lined him
Put a bullet in his shit
We really play with these guns around here
They don't just catch dust
My nigga moves the same, even tho he got a pack, blood
OFB, Farm Block, Star Gang, Broadwater
Shoot you in your' face and make your' girl cry eye water
You know them Farm yutes darker than 9 PM
I'm talking matching outfits with the .9mm-s
I shot the prick cah' he was standing with the wrong crowd
Mind who you're linking in these streets cause the smoke's out
We'll clap you, and the witness if necessary
Niggas tried to kill me, since then I've been forever ready
Somethings changed lately, I ain't been feeling myself
I've been over preein' evil, this ain't good for my health
All I'm trying to do is rap, but that's just half of my life
You see the other side, hella' guns, niggas dyin'
Conversations with my brothers you ain't had these type of convos
I be plotting with some killers, we ain't talking 'bout no Rondos
Head shots, chest shots and locations
Couple high powered burners, got them on rotation
We tryna find a main hitter, get his soul taken
I really dodged bullets for true so there ain't no faking
When I slapped Klappy's mash I left the road blazing
When I crashed it on ****, the streets needed taping
They can't say we ain't done it when they know we did it
Looks like I'm still out here, don't watch the image
Don't get it twisted
I ain't gotta' lift a finger to get you lifted
But I'll bun you if I have to, so what's the difference?
I ain't got no regrets in this life that I'm living
I got guns at my videoshoot, risky business
We got a body over there, and over there, and over there
That's why we're killers
I shank man with my rambo not no scissors
My flick shank seen blood like Jack The Ripper
I like semi-automatics with 10 plus
They reliable, but I ain't never like spinners
I ain't dumb enough to jump in the ride and glide
I'm an asset on my block, I really changed some lives
You can't say you've done the same, don't fucking lie
I know niggas from your' block and their money's tight
I thank God I survived my time on the roads
I could've died in OT on a Lyca phone
Out of the twenty plus bullets that they shot at me
Atleast one of them bitches could've hit my dome
Out of the hundred times that I've gripped my pole
The feds could've caught me once and took me off the road
High speed chase with Klappy's gun in my hands
I thank God for Kush, he spun the coupe, done a vanishing act
There ain't no acting up
If a nigga on my block ain't playin' his role, then man smack him up
Me and my circle run this ting like athletes
Cause we get the waps and charge up like a battery does
Mm-hmm
We just tryna' prevail
When I take a flight I smell the fresh air and seashells
Walk up on my block it's only gun smoke and weed smell
I can tell you about the streets in detail
He lacked upon his block and got shot
The other never paid attention to the beef, and now he's done
Real nigga shit, sometimes I feel it for his family
But I blame his friends, because they know beefing us and it's done
I grew up on the streets of Tottenham, if you ain't got it then you rob it
It gets here like it's Gotham
Hella' gunshots the topic
Used to walk 'round with flickies in our pockets
Now we sliding and we shooting 'til the slide, breeze
Civilians screamin "Please"
Pussy niggas tryna' bob and weave
Everybody tryna' up and leave
Pray to God that you ain't someone that we wanna' see
If I'm feelin' threatened, I go and get my gun
Couple times I never had it and I had to run
I remember bullets flying and I had to duck
But they had to do the same because I ain't no punk
I'm just hoping for some better, better, better, better days
Even though I'm making money each and every day
All when life gave me lemons I made lemonade
And I put some ice in this bitch
I spent more than 50 putting ice on my wrist
Move my family out the trenches got my house in the sticks
Charity begins at home and in my house I'm a king
On my block I'm a GOAT and I put that on my darg's grave
Richer than the whole of TP and Park Lane
Put us in the same conversations I get heart aches
Them niggas in the slow lane
Me, I'm in the fast lane
Uncs is in a slow car, me I'm in a fast one
Gunna's in a shit crib
Me, I'm in a large one
They're big homies, broke, while I'm chillin' with a large sum
Generational wealth pending on the Farm Block
We ain't the same, me and them man was levels back then, but no more
I get more than 50 when I'm going on tour
I did more than them in this beef and they're poor
We just tryna' prevail
When I take a flight I smell the fresh air and seashells
Walk up on my block it's only gun smoke and weed smell
I can tell you about the streets in detail
He lacked upon his block and got shot
The other never paid attention to the beef, and now he's done
Real nigga shit, sometimes I feel it for his family
But I blame his friends, because they know beefing us and it's done
