Performing Magic ft. King Lyrics

Tell me what you need now, yeah aye

Yeah, go and tell me what you need now

Whip the Cadillac in this damn heat

Summer months you talk like you can't stand me

Dirty cups, ain't talking no Stanley

Couple abortions, mixed in a plan B

These days I'm running from a family

Writing and rapping, chasing a Grammy

Fifty thousand a month in your account before you niggas can understand me

And I get high baby, I'm drowning out my lows I've been slurring all my flows

And I'm on stage, til curtain close

And I boot back up, and then we go and hit the road

I suit back up, can't take shit slow

She back shit up and touch the toes

And I mean, yeah, I ran shit up back in my mode

Talking bout these debts I'm owed

Pouring fours, these days I'm throwed and I mean, yeah,

You taking pieces of my soul

Got lost on the roads we drove and I'm caught up in lies you told

I mean, yeah

Burn the daylight, got witches dancing under the moon again

Don't catch the stagefright, performing magic dropping classics and,

I feel my demons, they dancing inside the room again

Yeah, telling me what you need, what you need now

Talking bout the diamonds and the fame

Red Carpets to runway

You always said they know your name

Yeah, all them nights under the rain

DJ call you to the stage

Do anything to get paid, lady

And every night it's been a mission

Feelings you went and tuck

You said them niggas, you don't miss em'

Pop it, don't make a difference

Tell me what you need, cause you can't stop it when you in it

Burn the daylight, got witches dancing under the moon again

Don't catch the stagefright, performing magic dropping classics and,

I feel my demons, they dancing inside the room again

Yeah, telling me what you need, what you need now

Stack pape to the ceiling, move around like a villain

Know them niggas ain't living like us

She be mad when I'm sipping, I just hate when she bitching

Watch your feet when you step by my cup

On the grind, I keep running it up

Back end plus the front like 40 and up

I might pop out solo but it's guns in the tuck

5% on the tint ain't no telling who up

5% on the tint, ain't no telling who up

You really think that you better than us I just laugh to the bank like you better at what?

And your bitch want me cause my cheddar be up

Try to reach for my chain and the 30 be up

Soul in the sky but your body be stuck

Dubs in my pocket, the huns in the tuck

Pink stuff in the double, 400 a cup

Foot hit the gas, watch your titties and fuck

You just here for the ride, bitch, I ain't trying to fuck

Were you mad when I left cause I said I would call

Fucked up for a minute, I just want a ball

Throwing fours on the stage, I did that for my dawg

Woke up for a minute, I just want a ball

Throwing fours on the stage, I did that for my dawg

Throwing fours on the stage, I did that for my dawg

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