Cadabra Freestyle

I bust my gun, don't think 'bout karma

Think 'bout that after I lean wit' it

Tryna hit that target

Anyone I see I recognize, I'ma blast his rarted

He thought he was the only one that had it when he blasted

Till the mandem barked it

Send corn, half the mandem are little boys

Not even half are man

We don't wanna talk, manaman are just talkin'

We're not into this talkin' ting, grab machine on this walkin' ting

Treat waps like gyal in this clartin' ting

Who put the oosh in whoosh and the M in muh

And the W in wee-wee-wee-wee

What you wan' call it?

It don't matter, any corn that we slap 'round there

Know boy definitely be fallin'

Slap two in him, make him think God definitely be callin' him

It's us never them in this warring ting

They don't want energy, tryna corn that prick

Corn for a frenemy, I don't trust that shit

Got enough enemies and we scare them pricks

There's no enemy if I stay with stick

If I, If I stay with the stick

If I stay with it and lean with it

Dunkirk, Broadwater, N17, man be with it

The ding-dong got lifted after bap, bap, bap, bap

Hope I never got seen in it

You get me?

Real life in this ting, fam, trust me

Knee deep, you know

Free the whole of the O, man

O to the death of me, you know

O-way or no way, gang

When man creep up

Mind your head back, ease up

We send corn like delivering pizza

I don't wanna hear, "Philly don't dance"

'Cause I made Philly dance when I slapped that nina

Made man trip up and push their friend

Tryna bust that corn now, why you so eager?

I got my broski's back when I grab this mash 'cause I'm his keeper

We take trips when we feel like

They don't touch none of my G's

We slap, bang when we feel like it

Strap up and go ride when we feel like it

What you feelin' like? Don't ask me why we feel like this

Them man, they talk tough, when we hear it about

We go 'round enough and air out pricks

I swear my man was cool, how's he entertaining this now?

He's another **** we ain't playin' with

When my **** catch him, he better stay where he is

He ain't even gotta say what it is

Wherever he is, he better pray where he is

Better have a pillow and a duvet where he is

Anywhere we see him, he gotta lay where he is

Man's dangerous, slap man, spontaneous

This badness ain't contagious

Been round bare pricks and they're still the same to us

It weren't never 'bout the fame for us

Them man have always had a name to rarse

Make money, live life is the aim for us

Don't stop till the G's all papered up

Philly G

I just take it, load it and send it there

I don't show gyal, that's where they're on

And I always got a change of clothes in my car

Just open my boot, put my gear on

More time, I've got offensive weapons on me

So the Metropolitan's what I'm scared of

I just rise it, dump it, skrrt off

Who wants to drop next?

Hand on my heart, they're wet

I swear it gets me vexed the way they chat

On the net like none of them's dead

None of my bros-dem take cheque

As for opps, they ride and get drenched

Last ride out really went left

Made 'em crash their cars on the back hill, stress

Lucky none of them dead that day

Whoever we caught woulda dead that day

Have you ever watched Rambo?

I heard, got cheffed that way

And I don't wanna hear no chat about youths

Sippin' lean on the strip, we done swept that place

Just to show that we hate that place, wait

How many times did we take that place?

Long live Josh, bro swung his knife

You can go ask

Free all the lifers

Fuck the niners

Best do the dash like

Get bun like, and get write off

I see man screaming out, "Out 'til late"

But his hand didn't work, just sign off, gang

How many times did the strip get clean up?

With a broom, got sweep up

I'm on the opp block district with a

Big ting, tryna bun a next idiot

We're delivering corn

You could never respawn, tryna run when they see us

Don't slip, bro, you best keep up

My head's hot, tryna leave a man steam up

Swing that, dig it and turn it

Go spin that dinger, reverse it

Who's that? Slap that, burst him

'Nuff man woulda got corn up that day

If the wap did never stop workin'

Minor, we're still purgin'

Tryna bill a next opp and curl him