Blackbox Freestyle Abra Cadabra

[Intro]
Sho
No problem, no problem
Ounto Nation in the building and that
Shout out my ones, sho
One exclusive for them, trust me
Yo, man, listen up
Trust me

[Abra Cadabra - "Robbery" Instrumental]
Man don’t talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart, ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run, yuh
Look, man don’t talk, man rob
Run up in the trap like boss weh di money deh food affi nyam
Yuh, tek weh yuh arm pon deh 'chete before it get chop
Bumbaclart, ya a eediat, ya a eediat, don't bother try run, yuh
Look, sho, PK Humble phoned man and said he got a movie
I said, "bro, I don't want no zenos I ain't no juvie"
He said, "3 nine bars of the Buju Banton, let's do this"
Me done talk, meet me at the spot down suh, I'ma be there soonish
Wow, look that L skin long like JV
Man, I smoke till my eyes go red
Man, I smoke till my brain get wavey
Look, that yute been through where?
Allow that I beg a man rate me
Look, I can't be the youngest in charge and be out here beefing these babies
Look, .44, Glock 9 where?
Man, just cool with your gas gun
You know man's ready for the breakkie
So please don't gwaan like a madman
Look, meanwhile phone up Fizzy, "yo big bro, I got a santan"
Look, holla at shower man Rich got a hally on the side
He can bang that
Cah man pick up, pick up that grub and I move that weight
Man stick up, stick up that plug, put the broom to his face
Every ting fuck up, fuck up
Dont play, man will shoot man's brain
The road get bun up, bun up when Fiddy and Fizz in the way
Cah man go mad, man go mad in the trap
Man do road on my bros, man don't lie
Man do road in my rams
Had a man doin' 10 toes
Man stop rap, man stop rap with the gang
Now I got a room full of hoes, now I'm goin' mad
Now I'm goin' mad in the trap
Fiddy gotta move these O's, wow
Look, check the score, check the textbook
While you was in the crib with Westwood
I was on the roads with the bros with the big ting
Kickin' down doors for the best budge
Look, man are screaming K-this, K-dat, K-dat
All now something ain't dead
Look, how can you say that I'm new to this shit when the last yute I bucked, he bled?
Look, this is Tottenham, fam
'Round here we don't fight with no wotless gyal
When I bop through the dance, don't watch man, fam
Tottenham 17, yea, you know my gang
Sho, yea, huh
Look, gotta get it right now
Tryna lose these pounds
Then gain that again, my connect from south
Young change for an ounce
That green pack loud, I've been up from morning
Look, no time for yawning
Cah the lizzy be calling, trap ting boring
But it's OK cause the money keeps falling
Dodge these drakes
Through the cold and the rain, grind hard
That's the rules of the game, I don't care about fame
I'm not your bae, you just give ucky, I still don't rate
Get the fuck out of my face
This road ting rage
Youts get slain, knifework cray
My G's don't play
Man's felt bare pain, don't tell me 'bout age
I've seen grown man get paged
My bro, you relate that?
Beenie told me, we stay
I swear down on Vince all day
Look, and that's trouble if I come through
Take that lappy if I want to
On me, on who?
Watch your words, mind (sssh, sssh)
Don't bun you