[ Featuring Gab ]
BLIMES:
My game getting hot
Like a latte with the foam.
I been around the globe, (yeah)
But mama I'm coming home.
The facetime is money.
I got a schedule for my phone
My baseline ain't budging,
So take ya budget head on home.
Look, I been writing and living this.
Yall are just ventriloquists.
You don't really live for it.
No handles, need to get a grip.
No candles, never get em lit.
I'll call em out:
We on they heads like pigeon shit.
We hittin targets then we aiming again
It was written, saw it coming like a change in the wind.
Yall at practice, you just playing pretend.
Nowadays we don't play til the payment is in.
Amen.
PRE-HOOK:
I worked my hands to the bone to get here.
No one showed me the ropes, I learned em on my own.
No miracles. No smoke. No mirrors.
I took my time and turned it into gold.
HOOK:
See I ain't never had it
Now I'm makin' it appear and it's clear everything I do is magic.
Yeah all I do is rap, gets stacks man the shit is automatic
I ain't gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey call me magic.
Everything I do is magic
POST HOOK (x2):
Get the f*ck outta my way
You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the f*ck outta my way
GAB:
Oh yup, I'm bout to go up.
When I get started like Casey Carter,
I promise you Ima blow up.
I'm Osama the bomba
Cartagena the Don
Niggas defending my honor
And that's real shit,
I can go from real chill to real nigga real quick.
It don't take much for me to detonate the kill switch.
Roll my own blunts just to separate ya bullshit.
Keep the tool kit for them niggas talking foolish.
Who this? It's that bitch that you love to hate.
Always on the scene like a cutaway.
Gettin' to the green ain't no other way.
It's all up in my DNA. (aye aye)
Hustle harder than I ever have.
I was kitty corner to the cul de sac.
Started from the bottom near the lower half.
Never plan on going back.
Baby, I'ma need a quarter sack just to call you back, yeah
HOOK:
See I ain't never had it
Now I'm makin it appear and it's clear everything I do is magic.
Yeah all I do is rap, gets stacks man the shit is automatic
I ain't gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey call me magic.
Everything I do is magic
POST HOOK (x2):
Get the f*ck outta my way
You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the f*ck outta my way
IAMSU:
David Copperfield in the field got Magic.
My shot nothing but the net like Dragic
Jordan 1 fragments, I can't be stagnant
Special cloth alert it costs for these fabrics
I got passion and drive to be great,
Why you hatin but you smile in my face
Yeah, off white on my waist, hear a beat levitate
Ball like Kobe number 8, writing hits since the playground
Can somebody tell the top I'm on my way now
Grew up in a great town, now I got the keys
Living in the dirty but I'm hoping out clean
Saint Laurant jeans, respect my queens
And I won't pass it if you aint on my team
I ain't signed to Ye but I'm getting out dreams
Heartbreak gang plus eyes on me
PRE-HOOK:
I worked my hands to the bone, to get here
No one showed me the ropes, I learned em on my own.
No miracles, no smoke no mirrors, I took my time & turned it into gold
See I ain't never had it
