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letra de cadabra freestyle 2 - abra cadabra

[intro]
(h1k made this)
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[verse 1]
i been through the pain and the sufferin’ (sho)
that’s why i thank god for the paper and hustlin’
don’t like the fame or the hustlin’ (nah)
.38 tucked in my boxers, dem time, that’s what i call get the muscle in (gang)
‘nough chat on the net, but it silent sprints when the hand ting or shotgun stutterin’ (sho, sho)
your bro did squeeze when the hand ting smothered him (grrt, bap, bap)
tell me, which one of them wan’ test again?
i could put six in this ting, which one wan’ dead again? (you know)
who want lead again?
made the shotgun (baow, baow), everything spread at them (bap)
i remember that day when i try hit ten of them (sho)
that day we took chase from the fed and them (bap)
went ’round there couple days later (grrt), made the hand ting sh-ll again
[bridge 1]
i pray to god and ask him “help me out”, i’m losin’ myself”
i pray to god and ask him “help me out, i’m drownin’ out”
i can see i’m losin’ myself (hey)
swear i’m losin’ myself
i pray to god and ask him “hold me down” (hey)
i pray to god and ask him “hold me down”
i feel the haters grow and now i’m losin’ myself (i’m losin’ myself)
ooh, woah

[verse 2]
this life is a cycle, i’m stuck in it (sho)
i got gunshots for my rivals (gang, gang)
i can never see a brother that done my brother anything and let him slide
how can i let him slide? (nah)
when we hear they at a function, we jeopardise it
when we stabbin’ n-ggas up, we don’t televise it (gang)
i remember them days we was terrorizin’
any opp that we saw, we should’ve bereavized it
sawed the block ‘nough, nah we don’t terrorize it
when the tec’s risin’ (grrt), all h-ll’s risin’ (bap)
f’s up or get a chest up
from a block, a gunman turned rich n-ggas
broadwater f-ckin’ farm
bust my gun even when i had six figures
we was bad but we never had sticks with us
back my fl!ck shank out and dip you up (sho)
mind your mac ‘cah my index will lift you up (grrt, bap, bap)
it’s been a while so my index is itchin’ cuz
[bridge 2]
if i could find another way out of all of this then i would (then i would)
now i’m in too deep and i’m way too deeper than i should be (i’m way too deeper than i should be)
but i could be greater than this, i could be (oh, ohh)
if i could find, another way out of all of this then i would (then i would)
now i’m in too deep and i’m way too deeper than i should be (ooh, woah)
but i could be greater than this, i could be (hey, no problem, no problem)

[verse 3]
i ain’t never walked street with a empty machine
every clip in cyclinder ’round me full up
i ain’t doin’ no war with a yute on the net
i don’t risk fun time and on insta’ ’bout “pull up” (nah)
when i pull up (gang), i don’t need the whole word seein’ my invitation (sho)
tryna come through and leave man faceless (grrt, bap, bap)
i don’t want witness statements
how they say abz jumped on the ofb fl!ck when i was the fl!ck before ofb? (you know)
i can never take chat from a wannabe, fl!ck shank days i was bad with my wallabies (gang)
they might talk on the net but never in front of me (nah)
any drill that i done, i done properly (sho)
so i hate when the police bother me
why the trident keep stoppin’ me?
i really live this life, i got down opps in my time
ain’t never been shy to jump in the ride
put on my mask and slide with the guys
kush pulled up and it’s brilliant timin’ (sho)
hit up my n-ggas like “yo, who’s slidin’?” (gang)
grab the machine and fill it with ‘bine (grrt)
if they say we’re inside then who’s outside?
small ting with a whistle, was a 2.5 (bap)
but a gun paow goes boom, bye bye
i remember when we couldn’t get a 3.5
now we buy machine like a pair of nikes (sho)
you can tell my n-ggas really do live this life
we don’t back machine in air and sky (grrt)
back machine and air on guys
hope the doctors get there in time (gang), you could lose your life
fl!cks up, fl!cks up when my dawgs creep up
nine millimeter stuffed in the heater (sho)
keep on runnin’ with your friends, better pray you keep up
from the belly to the forehead, we ain’t hittin’ knees up (bap)
i didn’t cut when i buss, now my whole team’s up
i was broke now i’m richer than my old teacher
no one’s losin’ here, no alopecia
how they say we just rap? must be amnesia
[outro]
know the ting (grrt)
rappers are f-ckin’ slappers, don’t get it twisted (shh)
f-ck a statement, man leave behind bodies or spent sh-ll casings (bap)
still on the frontline raisin’ the gun crime, you know (grrt)
motherf-ckin’ vibe
(h1k made this)

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