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I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone
I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone
I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone
If you think it ain't magic then let me cook
I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone
I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone
I'm grabbing the wand then I'm getting gone
If you think it ain't magic then let me cook

5 foot 8 when I stand barefoot
So you 5'7 niggas can't tell me shit
Saying my raps too serious like a nigga cares
Otherwise you can suck my dick
Lost everything back in 2019
So right now all I really have is a dream
Nightmare when I wake up
Every night is a trap
I'm a mouse that ain't getting no cheese
But I'm breaking that curse
Coming from a land where they laugh when you try
And they clap when you fail it ain't getting any worse
Clark kent when I'm going into the booth
When I'm coming out doomsday's gonna wanna verse
I'm about to take you all to church
Niggas really getting on my nerves
When I'm putting in the work
I don't wanna make it out first
I just wanna make it to the end
There's a difference there bro
Niggas can't bite my flow
Sinking my teeth in the game
Cause I got the cheat codes
And I'm trying to dodge all the hoes
But it's really tough
Feeling like I gotta come before I go
Feeling like I gotta be alone
Me and the money can compare to a dog and a bone
Bitch don't get in my zone
The gallery's opening soon

I feel like wick
The flow too sick
Hit the booth took your bitch
Six feet deep
Watch the drip
Painted the city red
Right now we lit
This shit is me
Bax got the vision
I'm on the mission
I feel like wick
I feel like wick
I feel like wick

Got me wake in the night
Swimming with sharks
With no fish in the tank
Came me in the building
I'm stinking like dang
I'm sagging, I'm buzzing
And puffing on Xan
Pop me a Xanny
I'm deep in a trance
I'm out of this world
I'm posted in mars
Can't stab me in the back
I'll leave you in the dirt
Pass me the smoke
I wanna feel
Uh, uh, uh, shit
She in love with the racks
I'm flipping the packd
Got love for the tracks
I'm marching these racks
I'm marching these racks
The kitchen been filled up with smoke
We steadily keeping it burning
Ay, the table's turning
I'm learning
I'm on the grind
Cause it's urgent
I throw the cash in detergent
I cannot be not dependent
I need to make my own paper
I need it
Now now
Not later

I feel like wick
The flow too sick
Hit the booth took your bitch
Six feet deep
Watch the drip
Painted the city red
Right now we lit
This shit is me
Bax got the vision
I'm on the mission
I feel like wick
I feel like wick
I feel like wick

Don't let me go iwe
You'll come back again
Don't tell me sorry
I'm on my own again
I'm on my own again
My calls you was ignoring
Yeah
Grindin' don't ever stop
Ever stop
Ever stop
Yeah
Grindin' don't ever stop
Ever stop
Ever stop
Yeah
I'm in route for the guap
I'ma do it cause I don't like talk
In the kitchen we don't run out
of sauce
You can tell cause I drip too much
Can't even afford no givency
Walked in in some BZR
Hide your sisters and hide all your aunties
Why she looking at me like that
I could free em like Mahatma Gandhi
Like 50 I'm giving em candy
And the rest man I put in the songs
City's red nigga, shout out to bros