Crash Lyrics

Treatin' me like I'm some fuckin' dummy

Not givin' no help when I was hungry

Can't believe they ask me for some money

This what had that nigga stalkin', had that nigga chalkin

This what had that nigga come flame, pistol straight barkin

Flame tragic, givin' assists, they askin' where it's from, I name Magic

I'm gon' always do my own dirt, I don't claim baggage

You someone who don't do no work, but you claim savage

My teachin' strong, I maintain lavish

This cheech and chong got my brain damaged

Ayy, live it best, this movin' got me groovin

And this true shit, I'ma say with chest

The rats comin' out got me on panic, bout to flame the nest

When it come to fluke, it make me puke

Goddamn, I let off some stress

Give me my roses when we meet at that casket

Give me a notice when it come to hoeshit, I don't like flashes

But yet they know I give them boys the most to me

I dealt with the bashing

Watch him prevail, he got so much to see

Bitch, no, I ain't crashin

Look, let's keep it real when we talk

Not worried about my feelings

Yet I kept shit real while I walk

Playin' with my money I'm thinkin', engaging in stalkin

Done reached the finish line, so I'm not engaging in talkin

Oh, you gon' give me mine

You got me not fuckin' with semis, this a switchy kind

On the swerve, know that I ain't trippin', tell him, give me nine

Not, worried bout niggas not workin', I tell him, give me time

You know that this young nigga worth it, I put in plenty time

I up my gat , I'm not gon' choke

He get two shots , dead in his face

If I think that he gon' approach a nigga

I don't be tryin' to hear shit

From these lame-ass, fat-coachin' niggas

Oh, shit, well, we got beef

Best believe I'm into poachin' niggas

Got me a bag, and this brought me all I got

Got me a mag, now this keep away my opps

One time to brag while in that jail, still talk to pops

I remember walkin' mad, ain't have no shoes, I used my socks

Huh, flame tragic, givin' assists

They askin' where it's from, I name Magic

I'm gon' always do my own dirt, I don't claim baggage

You someone who don't do no work, but you claim savage

My teachin' strong, I maintain lavish

This cheech and chong got my brain damaged

Ayy, live it best, this movin' got me groovin

And this true shit, I'ma say with chest

The rats comin' out, got me on panic, bout to flame the nest

When it come to fluke, it make me puke

Goddamn, I let off some stress

Give me my roses when we meet at that casket

Give me a notice when it come to hoeshit

I don't like flashes, but yet they know I give them boys the most of me

I dealt with the bashing, watch him prevail, he got so much to see

Bitch, No I ain't crashin'