Magic

Magic, all these rappers tragic
Know I can get savage
Shit that I be on
These other niggas can't imagine
Kill tracks, that's a habit
Balling like March madness
Matter fact I'm balling
Like I'm motherfucking Magic
Yeah nigga magic
Yeah man I'm magic
Shit that I be on
These other niggas can't imagine
Yeah man I'm magic
Balling like March madness
Matter fact I'm balling
Like I'm motherfucking

Got a bad jawn like Jasmine
Bitch I'm fly like Aladdin
Killing this shit with a passion
Call me the hit man, legit man assassin
Now get the casket bastard
Still relaxing, maxing, waxing
On and off the wall like Michael Jackson
Better fasten, got everybody crashing
Anyone who say they hotter than the kid they capping
Chris Angel with the levitation
Niggas half-ass shit and be celebrating
I don't understand y'all ain't even made it
While I'm still working like I am Jamaican
In my prime, but nah I ain't comfortable
I ain't looking to get stuck with you
I do this shit for the love of it
While it sound like y'all making fun of it
Shit, I ain't impressed
My worst is better than your best
You know that I aim for the head
Why the fuck you be wearing a vest?
Ha, nigga, stop playing with me
You know I be killing them all
They gonna fall
Know that I stay with a dime
But I'm never passing the ball like

Magic, all these rappers tragic
Know I can get savage
Shit that I be on
These other niggas can't imagine
Kill tracks, that's a habit
Balling like March madness
Matter fact I'm balling
Like I'm motherfucking Magic
Yeah nigga magic
Yeah man I'm magic
Shit that I be on
These other niggas can't imagine
Yeah man I'm magic
Balling like March madness
Matter fact I'm balling
Like I'm motherfucking

Thirty two. What it do? Who you?
Don't got a clue, got hit with voodoo
Get with the green, your color is true blue
Get screwed while facing my crew, you food
Focused, I'm that concentrater
Tyler, I'm the new creator
Know that I devour haters
Going harder than a old ass Now or Later
Put them in predicaments that make them want to quit
When I spit this quick, this shit get lit
Y'all soft like a chick flick, yall get kicked
Straight to the curb, your head get split
Got the competition for anybody who want it
And the keys to winning, I don't really want to front it
Ain't that wild, I got these niggas running
I am the shit, let's keep it a hunnit
Yep, I'm doing it well
Put words together Harry Potter with spells
I know it hurts
I left you hanging like nails
You move like a knight
You take nothing but Ls
Yo, Akh. What do you mean? I'm a king
Takeover the board with my queen
Yeah, working overtime no sleep
Still killing these niggas man I'm a machine gun

Magic, all these rappers tragic
Know I can get savage
Shit that I be on
These other niggas can't imagine
Kill tracks, that's a habit
Balling like March madness
Matter fact I'm balling
Like I'm motherfucking Magic



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Writer(s): Jameel Ali
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