[Blimes] My game getting hot Like a latte with the foam I been around the globe, yeah But, Mama, I'm coming home The FaceTime is money I got a schedule for my phone My baseline ain't budging, nah So take ya budget head on home Look, I been writing and living this Y'all are just ventriloquists You don't really live for it No handles, need to get a grip No candles, never get 'em lit I'll call em out, we on they heads like pigeon shit We hittin' targets, then we aiming again It was written, saw it coming like a change in the wind Y'all at practice, you just playing pretend Nowadays, we don't play 'til the payment is in, amen
I worked my hands to the bone to get here No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors I took my time and turned it into gold
See, I ain't never had it Now I'm makin' it appear and it's clear everything I do is magic Yeah, all I do is rap, get stacks, man, the shit is automatic And I ain't gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic Everything I do is magic
Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate) Y'all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) So get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate) Y'all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) Get the fuck outta my way, ayy (Get the fuck outta my way)
[Gab] Oh yup, I'm 'bout to go up When I get started like Casey Carter, I promise you I'ma blow up I'm Osama the bomba, Cartagena the Don Niggas defending my honor, and that's real shit I can go from real chill to real nigga real quick It don't take much for me to detonate the kill switch Roll my own blunts just to separate ya bullshit Keep the tool kit for them niggas talking foolish Who this? It's that bitch that you love to hate Always on the scene like a cutaway Gettin' to the green, ain't no other way It's all up in my DNA, ayy-ayy Hustle harder than I ever have I was kitty corner to the cul-de-sac Started from the bottom near the lower half Never plan on going back Baby, I'ma need a quarter sack just to call you back, yeah
See, I ain't never had it Now I'm makin' it appear and it's clear everything I do is magic Yeah, all I do is rap, get stacks, man, the shit is automatic And I ain't gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic Everything I do is magic
Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate) Y'all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) So get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way) Get the fuck outta my way (Get the fuck outta my way, yeah) You know that I celebrate (You know that I celebrate, ayy) Y'all just be riding my wave (Y'all just be riding my wave) Get the fuck outta my way, ayy (Get the fuck outta my way, ayy, yeah)
[Iamsu!] David Copperfield in the field, got Magic My shot nothing but the net like Dragic Jordan 1 fragments, I can't be stagnant Special cloth alert, it costs for these fabrics I got passion and drive to be great Why you hatin', but you smile in my face? Yeah, Off-White on my waist Hear a beat levitate, ball like Kobe, number 8 Writing hits since the playground Can somebody tell the top I'm on my way now? Grew up in a great town, now I got the keys Living in the dirty, but I'm hopping out clean Saint Laurant jeans, respect my queens And I won't pass it if you ain't on my team I ain't signed to Ye, but I'm getting out dreams Heartbreak gang plus eyes on me
I worked my hands to the bone to get here No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors I took my time and turned it into gold
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