Magic City Freestyle ft. Matt Poison Lyrics

Ya, Yuh

No this beat not magic but I feel like David Blaine on it

I got demons in my head, they spend all the bands with me

Simon says take some more when he come 'round he friendly

You a lil Roly-Poly, I roll dope, in a fucking Bentley

Double C, mercy me, Perky don't put me to sleep

Jesus freak, set her free, give the D, I gotta leave

Popping tags, Prada bags, she know I got a lot of racks

Keep going imma break her back, no I don't know how to act

Ya, real go getter, Maison Margiela

I made the beat, all my vocals did was make it better

A masterpiece, ya I'm a real solid fella

Solid fella I'm a real Prada stepper

He just kept on talking, he had to leave in a stretcher

Hop up in the Altima my seats are made of leather

He like why are you with Poison, she said 'he just do it better'

Do it better, ya, I just do it better

Wasn't fucking with the function had to jet off

Jet off ya, find the truth

Why am I disguised by you?

Sad seeing someone overdose on the truth

Fuck a pity party, tryna wake up to a view

Mask my face, bust my Jewel

No this beat not magic but I feel like David Blaine on it

I got demons in my head, they spend all the bands with me

Simon says take some more when he come 'round he friendly

You a lil Roly-Poly, I roll dope, in a fucking Bentley

Rolling dope in a Bentley

You don't wanna see us we not friendly

I got lots of motherfuckers tryna come and end me

Still walking cause I'm, uh, so deadly

These pussy motherfuckers can't offend me, put my bitch Fendi

This bitch was tryna flex that shit to me, look like a penny

These diamonds blind a hoe, she got caught up looking at my chest piece

Jumping off the desk please, fifth grade I was menacing

I guess I focused on the better-ing, that's the death of me

Ain't afraid of my death, cause I'm focused on my destiny

I though I would die until I took a shot of Hennessy

Ya, flying high got all my brothers next time

On the Virgin Islands, on a jetski

See me with my money but I'm not forgetting

Took a while to get to the place I'm flexing

Got a bad bitch and I'm fucking on her bestie

Why am I disguised by you?

Sad seeing someone overdose on the truth

Fuck a pity party, tryna wake up to a view

Mask my face, bust my Jewel

No this beat not magic but I feel like David Blaine on it

I got demons in my head, they spend all the bands with me

Simon says take some more, when he come 'round he friendly

You a lil Roly-Poly, I roll dope, in a fucking Bentley

Had small house big family

Got big house big families

Got big house big mansions

I'm runnin' these streets, beep beep in my fucking wagon

I draggin my tail and shit, I bust out some tailored shit

I be hitting nailing shit, probably hit and nail your bitch

Ya, ya, yuh