Black Magic Lyrics

Black Magic - Rome Streetz

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Lyrics

I wan know what take some look upon, a-what dem hear about

Eh, how you know dem? How you ever hear about dem?

You ever create a dimension of the business yet?

And we are the only badman sound about here

So some boy fi come and chill

Say, I want to dem, I come out of a big star

What if I'm a star? I am moved, I am big on dem

I want to dem

Ayo, finesse you like African scammers, diamonds flashing on camera

Rockin' on Casablanca at the Copacabana

All I know is fast dough, dope smoke and the hammers

Push the Lambo slow in Atlanta

Got a rich cokehead that sniff blow off a planter

Rather be the next Sosa than the Tony Montana

With a tag on his toe and five holes in his bandana

Watch for the double cross like you guarding the answer

They say the phone, food, and microwaves is causing the cancer

Fake vaccines and black teens are shooting your mans up

Throwing .762s through your Nissan Stanza

You peons will never advance up, you bottom feeders

Roaches that I step on in thousand dollar sneakers

Live from where they rob the preacher, only God can reach us

Seen the fentanyl fuck up all the broad's features

Prom queen, now she fiend Felicia

This the razor blade, Rome Santaria In your speaker, voodoo

Do you niggas like I never knew you

Kill you from the inside like a bullet from a .22

Ain't shit changed, brain still got a few loose screws

Was a young Ace hoping one day to meet Lulu

That shit is lit, I get brick bread to spill, who knew?

I seen money fall from the sky

Seen shit live, shit die, seen signs from the Most High

Seen a sly greedy-eyed devil in a bow tie

Bite the hand that fed his hungry mouth, I don't know why

Why play the game if you ain't gon' go the whole nine?

I seen a righteous man do a scam, sniff a blow line

A dumb digger quit before he hit the gold mine

When I spit, you bitch niggas get no shine

You had chips but you lost it all 'cause you ain't switch or broke mine

Slime, you'll get hit with the clip out the gold snot

Always a fly nigga but I been the shit the whole time

Dope boy, the cuddies that bought coke is my co-sign

Folding C-notes, was locked from '06 to '09

At your neck like the Stone Cold clothesline

Rock bottom taught me way more than the top did

Had to go hard, kick in the door, how you think Chris got big? Selling bad boy made a few fiends drop dead

Worthless walking this earth if you ain't got bread

That's a known fact

Where I'm from, you either wanna be Jay-Z, LeBron, or Peter Rollock