Abra Cadabra - Lightwork #DesertEdition lyrics

[Intro]
(Hal made it special)
(Swidom Killdom, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look

[Verse]
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 n*ggas platinum on the road
Mean H for the block on, he ain't done half of that
Ease over there, flеxing on his own
Box man's face if he don't play his part right, that's how we do on thе 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
** peppered that, ** peppered that, ** peppered that, ********* 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?
f*ck 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