Magic ft. SageInfinite Lyrics

This remind me of New York nights just me and my bitch

She hate me now you would too if you seen how I switched

Swift to leave a hoe

Never ever felt like I need a hoe

She lyin to ya dumbass face, and you believe the hoe

The speaker blow

Flame to the flower, then the reefer blow

Damaging you dumbass rappers my shit is ether bro

Brow raisin

The beef kobe when the cow grazing

Grab the mic like Shaq and ask you how it's tasting

The rap game ass and yall all trash

I just, walk on past and prey on cash

But like, God on task so I can't ask

So I, hope I last cuz time go fast

Before you know it

You thinking like damn how did I blow it

Back to ya present you reapin now that you sewed it

Lit explosive

Only comparison close to my dosage

Flow so ferocious

Stuck on my east coast shit

You wanna have shit

You gotta grab shit

Screamin like Puff in the office, Imma savage (Imma savage)

Balance the good with the bad shit

Avoid them niggaz who hatin they on that crab shit

I decided long ago, fuck the average

Cuz I been killin these mics it's something tragic

I don't need a bitch or her baggage

Never chase a hit boy just make magic

Shout Nas and Hit

That's how you inspire shit

Fire shit

Niggaz is frontin they on that liar shit

This new era is cap

I do better than that

My truth sever a track

The youth better get back

Study the basics

What I spit bury the matrix

Niggaz is worried this hot curry niggaz is tasteless

Faceless, Wearin a mask, so when I blast you can't say shit

Finish the task, when I spray shit

My day split between pain and pleasure

Breakin ya efforts

Taylor ya life when takin the measures

Extreme deem em worthless

When my verse hit

Lil niggaz is triggered can't even read the cursive

The wordsmith spit the word

Bout to swerve in the benz bent hit the curb

Curve bitches at the bar bars hit the nerds

Im amongst my people

Fuck this industry that junk is evil

You wanna have shit

You gotta grab shit

Screamin like Puff in the office, Imma savage (Imma savage)

Balance the good with the bad shit

Avoid them niggaz who hatin they on that crab shit

I decided long ago, fuck the average

Cuz I been killin these mics it's something tragic

I don't need a bitch or her baggage

Never chase a hit boy just make magic