Magic Up My Sleeve

She want a nigga that control her
She want a nigga she can bitch
And I used to be that nigga suddenly one summer I switched
She didn't pack my marijuana so I told her pack her shit
Fellas whip your textbooks out and skip to chapter six
Oh wow so you a playa now you know what that comes with
I won't play the game witcha girl if you can't run a blitz
Told my girl go to the skatepark bet you'll see a lot of tricks
It turn her on when I smack her yo I think she needa pimp
Imma blow you hoes these kisses don't be giving me no lip
You can't get away with that stupid shit you get away with him
If you can get with that hoe I can grant you every wish
I can't explain these emotional experiences I give

I got this magic up my sleeve that's how I make these hoes compete
Pornographic magazine you know that's where I learned to read
And I'm scratching up her knees cuz Gabbie grabbing on my jeans
After we rolling in the sheets I ash the blunt and then I leave
Did someone drop they beer all this sharp debris no I forgot
The driver lost his steer when I crossed the street
Well damn then I disappeared but didn't throw the sheets
And she thinks it's really weird I say her sister's name in my sleep

There's this energy invisible to me
And I tend to call it pixie dust around me like a wreath
Sometimes I look at them and wonder what they see
But I knew I was that nigga uh the way she look at me
But I knew I was a wizard when I touched that THC
Cuz ABC I put a spell on em it look like LSD
ABC I put a spell on em it look like LMNOP
So if you see me do a magic trick make sure don't tell on me
And these teachers call me names I nod my head it's so confusing
Excuse me I'm only laughing cuz I really go that stupid
I'm retarted not the smartest can't stop laughing cuz I'm goofy
I'm not popping bitches cherries when I say I'm bouta lose it

That magic up my sleeve
That magic up my steeze
That magic in my weed
That bad bitch in my sheets
Magic up my sleeve like a twelve round magazine
I don't got a gat with me but I got magic up my sleeve
That magic up my sleeve
That magic up my steeze
That magic in my weed
That bad bitch in my sheets
Magic up my sleeve like a twelve round magazine
I don't got a gat with me but I got magic up my sleeve

Smooth criminal Michael Jackson when I speak
And when I'm talking to yo bitch I get in Billy's jeans
And I think you better watch yo step before I do my sweep
And I think you better watch yo breathe before I disagree
There ain't that much time left in the love life that were living
I just love that bitch to death so I told her grab the scissors
And I'm with these bunny rabbits told the rodent have a nibble
Hanging with these fucking faggots so I told them call me Nigger
Give women rights because I stand for feminism
I'm pro choice I'm not pro life as long as I make the decisions
And I think that black lives matter but I still think these niggas bitches
Hoe Ion care if you black you better never call me niggas
And I got these double standards
So she brought a couple bitches liquor or the witches Brew
Well I'm not sure which one is it
And I'm glad I didn't sip it now I'm tweaked out tripping
Yo it's kinda hypnotizing when her hips keep spinning
I got magic up my sleeve and somehow poison in my system
I shouldn't have taught them all that pimpin' now they really good at tricking
Sweatshirt on I don't take off when there's heat
But it's okay cuz I got magic up my sleeve

That magic up my sleeve
That magic up my steeze
That magic in my weed
That bad bitch in my sheets
Magic up my sleeve like a twelve round magazine
I don't got a gat with me but I got magic up my sleeve
That magic up my sleeve
That magic up my steeze
That magic in my weed
That bad bitch in my sheets
Magic up my sleeve like a twelve round magazine
I don't got a gat with me but I got magic up my sleeve