Magic Lyrics

Man I got my new shit

Sounding like some old shit

Sampled off some old shit

Now they screaming

Oh shit

Bout to love my music

Like

Little kids and frozen

Putting out this cold shit

Like it needs some lotion

If you niggas ask me

The game been looking ashy

(Dried up)

So Vaseline it up

And I'ma sneaker up

And treat it like a track meet

Yeah run the shit

Really I'm good with the rhyme

But the scheme is to grimey

Try Me

Bitch I start a fire

Like

Lightning

Tell em when I strike

Blitzkrieg third Reich ing

You niggas really as hot

As ice cream

But that...

There is pitiful

You can say I'm making v necks

Cause I'm killing crews

Man this shit is

To hard to swallow

Like some bitter news

I'm bout to eat

And make you taste defeat

Dinner shoes

Fuck it lm not hungry

Unless we talking victory

Told her that I like her ass

I'ma call her simile

Going for ya neck

Young Nigga rapping viciously

Nigga must be dead

If he don't Bob his head

But listening

I just made you niggas

Look each other in the eye

Taking bitches

Jacking boxes

Really this is no surprise

I'm the burger king

Flip that patty anyway I like

You can be my helper for tonight

Let me give you my

Girl I got that magic

Oh I got that magic

Know you wanna have it

You know it's fantastic

The clock is ticking

Man y'all running out

She wanna come around

I brought her thru

And now she coming loud

She hit me up

Like jah I'm coming down

I asked her where you were

But she just ask me

Who I'm talking bout

I dunno know if you dunno

Made your ex scream out Oh

Now the sex tic tac toe

I call it rookie year

But I'm a pro

Got like 20 years to go

And I'm not looking for parole

Cause I live behind these bars

Words deeper than tar

Don't get it

Here's an image

When you close your eyes it's dark

Then think about a chemical

That is blacker than a mineral

Or Google it

Then come back

And you say that shit was hard

But I do this shit with ease

Accidental sneeze

Pillow, Cover ya up ya mouth

Cause a Nigga sick of sleep

I've been working for a year

I've been working 8 at least

Plus I'm doing this at 20

Wait until I'm 23

I gotta keep it real

I gotta rep the Ville

My Nigga got a heater

Cause the city never chill

They always letting shots off

They want someone to hear

Like the pistol making music

Yeah call it glockenspiel

Where they shoot like Bradley Beal

Wizardry then disappear

Where bitches getting hurt

But don't give it time to heal

Where everybody raps

But nobody got a deal

Let me chill

BeFore I make somebody ill

Cause I do it like it's

Girl I got that magic

Oh I got that magic

Know you wanna have it

You know it's fantastic