Magic Lyrics

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

Man bundle you in a car, and make you change your tariff

I still remember when I lost my little cousin Arif

Them days I was a child, saw dark clouds in the sky was the saddest

Seen little youths laying in the coffin

I don't understand how his mum used to cope, she must be solid

And I'm out here still tryna hustle for the foreign

Out here and the same things get horrid

Sheets of soda mixed with boric acid

Sticks and stones, they're lighting up their bones with the matches

Clean run looking for the addicts, they already know who the baddest

Telling lies, you should be embarrassed

In this game I lose all my manners, the judge slapping hammers

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

Convicts taking trips and busses, no sweating

Bagging food like it's rubbish, from start to finish

It don't matter who's the biggest, cause I got my mind, got my riches

I ain't never had no crutches

But I got buasted, people I should've never trusted

The fallen turned victim, ears closed and didn't want to listen

Free from life, a man trapped in prison

Caught enough, fully rocked through the scissors

These dogs are vicious, cops with sniffers

Trying to sniff out all the dirt that's hidden

Aim for the head, that's the mission

You got troops and diggers, shots for the hitters

Choppers for the runners, clips for the gunners

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic

Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic

I'm sending hitters, I ain't sending bullets

Cause family, I'm trying to live my life

I ain't trying to lose my life over nothing

Bare faced, no mask, I ain't hooded

I'm into holding shanks, I ain't into holding grudges

Point to where the plug is, I fill it up with sockets

How you gonna carry on and live your life with empty pockets

Eyes on my money, mind on my riches

punks turn into victim, repent every day

Cause all I know is sinning