Abra Cadabra - Lightwork #DesertEdition

(Hal made it special)

(Swidom Killdom, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Look

I ain't your average show, when I take flights, that's 20 bags minimum

Beefing me is a predicament, you ain't make a thousand pounds five hundred times in a week

To me, you're a little kid

I'm on tour and my opps are billing it

None of my OFB's dead, [that cigarette]

I get bagged, there's a story behind it, but the Lord knows I'm telling it

Songs that's silver, songs that's gold, but me and my **** platinum on the road

Mean H for the block on, he ain't done half of that

Ease over there, flexing on his own

Box man's face if he don't play his part right, that's how we do on the O

Half a billion streams, I perform worldwide, but when I'm in the ends, I'm next to a pole

If you really that guy on the road and you done stuff, talking about stabbings and shootings, not punchups

Keep your boots out in the field, not hunger, 'cause you could get shot by a younger

27 with more money than I ever had, I used to run road with a small black lever bag

Did it like the yardies on Tottenham, back then when I bought a burner, me, I was ever strapped

N9 peppered that, TP peppered that, NP peppered that, Woodgreen peppered that

If I got a man and he foughts with any one of them, blocks there, Lord knows I'll sever that

Little bro's there at your door like the letterman

They send corn on my block, so we send it back

Trigger-finger freeze and a shootout? Never that, take cover (Rrr)

I'm in the streets of Tottenham, hundred bags and jewels

Touch that and I kill you, I used to do drills just 'cause I felt to

What makes you think I won't rise and kill you?

Fuck this industry that I'm in, if you let a man diss you, the fans won't feel you

I rise this match, put one in the head

It's not for the fans, it's just 'cause I felt to