Magic
Rap the way I talk that's why they fucking with me
My partner living too fast
Last week nostalgic from what I see
My moral compass still in tact don't dump yo problems on me
If you gon front better turn yo back at least
Yall inferior to me
Pass it magic, everlasting
All up in an Mp3
Understand i need my vices
Don't hit me lil DND
Come and check my eyes its magic
Plastic idols can't fool me
Fuck all yo inflections, tactics
Keep discrete, no move to see
Desperate to be understood, never that
On a lifetime high, booted up can't relax
Ima keep the mystique when a bitch wanna cap
I don't initate shit, too busy with the tracks
Im in a tezzy wit J and we blasting the unreleased shit
Like we know what its worth
21 living like no repurcussion gon ever get near me
Can't fuck with my turf
And my worth going up my influence dispersed
Spark up the sage 'fore I write me a verse
You can't ever replenish what stay at a hundred
They love it, I really been like that since birth
Now we got traction, they need to rewire
No need for no binder, we stashing the paper
Aligning myself with the life I desire
Middle finger to the other side
Fuck a lil hater
Rap the way I talk that's why they fucking with me
My partner living too fast
Last week nostalgic from what I see
My moral compass still in tact don't dump yo problems on me
If you gon front better turn yo back at least
Yall inferior to me
Pass it magic, everlasting
All up in an Mp3
Understand i need my vices
Don't hit me lil DND
Come and check my eyes its magic
Plastic idols can't fool me
Fuck all yo inflections, tactics
Keep discrete, no move to see
I just gotta live for me
Got angels walking out with me
Keep me in my writing bag
Gripping on soliloquies
Pussy wheres yo focus, I just know
That shit hard to see
Bitch i'm in the cuty blasting classics
They ain't ready for me
Supercharged angels in my body
They gon walk with me
Bitch come get my angles
All these hoes, they gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
Shit ain't hard to see
I just gotta live for me
Got angels walking out with me
Keep me in my writing bag
Gripping on soliloquies
Pussy wheres yo focus, I just know
That shit hard to see
Bitch i'm in the cuty blasting classics
They ain't ready for me
Supercharged angels in my body
They gon walk with me
Bitch come get my angles
All these hoes, they gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
Shit ain't hard to see
My partner living too fast
Last week nostalgic from what I see
My moral compass still in tact don't dump yo problems on me
If you gon front better turn yo back at least
Yall inferior to me
Pass it magic, everlasting
All up in an Mp3
Understand i need my vices
Don't hit me lil DND
Come and check my eyes its magic
Plastic idols can't fool me
Fuck all yo inflections, tactics
Keep discrete, no move to see
Desperate to be understood, never that
On a lifetime high, booted up can't relax
Ima keep the mystique when a bitch wanna cap
I don't initate shit, too busy with the tracks
Im in a tezzy wit J and we blasting the unreleased shit
Like we know what its worth
21 living like no repurcussion gon ever get near me
Can't fuck with my turf
And my worth going up my influence dispersed
Spark up the sage 'fore I write me a verse
You can't ever replenish what stay at a hundred
They love it, I really been like that since birth
Now we got traction, they need to rewire
No need for no binder, we stashing the paper
Aligning myself with the life I desire
Middle finger to the other side
Fuck a lil hater
Rap the way I talk that's why they fucking with me
My partner living too fast
Last week nostalgic from what I see
My moral compass still in tact don't dump yo problems on me
If you gon front better turn yo back at least
Yall inferior to me
Pass it magic, everlasting
All up in an Mp3
Understand i need my vices
Don't hit me lil DND
Come and check my eyes its magic
Plastic idols can't fool me
Fuck all yo inflections, tactics
Keep discrete, no move to see
I just gotta live for me
Got angels walking out with me
Keep me in my writing bag
Gripping on soliloquies
Pussy wheres yo focus, I just know
That shit hard to see
Bitch i'm in the cuty blasting classics
They ain't ready for me
Supercharged angels in my body
They gon walk with me
Bitch come get my angles
All these hoes, they gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
Shit ain't hard to see
I just gotta live for me
Got angels walking out with me
Keep me in my writing bag
Gripping on soliloquies
Pussy wheres yo focus, I just know
That shit hard to see
Bitch i'm in the cuty blasting classics
They ain't ready for me
Supercharged angels in my body
They gon walk with me
Bitch come get my angles
All these hoes, they gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
They gon talk for me
Shit ain't hard to see
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Shaya
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