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Trent. - Magic Lyrics



Trent. - Magic Lyrics




(Kundo back at it again? Damn!)

Lookin for handouts no I can't give you shit
Been takin a chance be riskin shit
Ain't heard Trent going up?
You lost, you missin it!
I whip out the dick she kissin' it
Bro whip out the stick
You could call em a teacher he dismissin' shit
'Member I had to sit in the bleachers, looking on now I'm in this shit

I asked for this!
Way too passionate
Got too much pain not masking this
Came up with a flow then I mastered it
Big body Benz and you know I'm not crashing it
Now I'm rapping I never imagined this
Way too deep in the game it's madness
Might go up disappear like magic
Why the hate on the kid? It's tragic

F*ck I look like Santa?
Bro keep the stick on his lamp he erasing a bama
Like DBlock said ain't no hate in Atlanta
I give em the piece then I'm bussin it down with my scammer
Give a f*ck bout what they know
Made back to back hits did that shit in a day though
Tryna eat good steak, take a trip to Wokcano
When the numbers get high then a nigga gotta lay low

Lookin for handouts no I can't give you shit
Been takin a chance be riskin shit
Ain't heard Trent going up?
You lost, you missin it!
I whip out the dick she kissin' it
Bro whip out the stick
You could call em a teacher he dismissin' shit
'Member I had to sit in the bleachers, looking on now I'm in this shit

I asked for this!
Way too passionate
Got too much pain not masking this
Came up with a flow then I mastered it
Big body Benz and you know I'm not crashing it
Now I'm rapping I never imagined this
Way too deep in the game it's madness
Might go up disappear like magic
Why the hate on the kid it's tragic

Disappear when I blow up
When I needed niggas no they didn't show up
Is Trent gon make it?
I told they ass sho nuff
Been smoking on pressure could tell by the odor
Had to hop off the sofa and drop the controller
Now I'm counting up green like I'm lookin at Yoda
F*ck my old school they wasn't tryna give me my diploma!
Ain't f*ck with nobody they called me a loner

Lookin for handouts no I can't give you shit
Been takin a chance be riskin shit
Ain't heard Trent going up?
You lost, you missin it!
I whip out the dick she kissin' it
Bro whip out the stick
You could call em a teacher he dismissin' shit
'Member I had to sit in the bleachers, looking on now I'm in this shit

I asked for this!
Way too passionate
Got too much pain not masking this
Came up with a flow then I mastered it
Big body Benz and you know I'm not crashing it
Now I'm rapping I never imagined this
Way too deep in the game it's madness
Might go up disappear like magic
Why the hate on the kid it's tragic
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English

(Kundo back at it again? Damn!)

Lookin for handouts no I can't give you shit
Been takin a chance be riskin shit
Ain't heard Trent going up?
You lost, you missin it!
I whip out the dick she kissin' it
Bro whip out the stick
You could call em a teacher he dismissin' shit
'Member I had to sit in the bleachers, looking on now I'm in this shit

I asked for this!
Way too passionate
Got too much pain not masking this
Came up with a flow then I mastered it
Big body Benz and you know I'm not crashing it
Now I'm rapping I never imagined this
Way too deep in the game it's madness
Might go up disappear like magic
Why the hate on the kid? It's tragic

F*ck I look like Santa?
Bro keep the stick on his lamp he erasing a bama
Like DBlock said ain't no hate in Atlanta
I give em the piece then I'm bussin it down with my scammer
Give a f*ck bout what they know
Made back to back hits did that shit in a day though
Tryna eat good steak, take a trip to Wokcano
When the numbers get high then a nigga gotta lay low

Lookin for handouts no I can't give you shit
Been takin a chance be riskin shit
Ain't heard Trent going up?
You lost, you missin it!
I whip out the dick she kissin' it
Bro whip out the stick
You could call em a teacher he dismissin' shit
'Member I had to sit in the bleachers, looking on now I'm in this shit

I asked for this!
Way too passionate
Got too much pain not masking this
Came up with a flow then I mastered it
Big body Benz and you know I'm not crashing it
Now I'm rapping I never imagined this
Way too deep in the game it's madness
Might go up disappear like magic
Why the hate on the kid it's tragic

Disappear when I blow up
When I needed niggas no they didn't show up
Is Trent gon make it?
I told they ass sho nuff
Been smoking on pressure could tell by the odor
Had to hop off the sofa and drop the controller
Now I'm counting up green like I'm lookin at Yoda
F*ck my old school they wasn't tryna give me my diploma!
Ain't f*ck with nobody they called me a loner

Lookin for handouts no I can't give you shit
Been takin a chance be riskin shit
Ain't heard Trent going up?
You lost, you missin it!
I whip out the dick she kissin' it
Bro whip out the stick
You could call em a teacher he dismissin' shit
'Member I had to sit in the bleachers, looking on now I'm in this shit

I asked for this!
Way too passionate
Got too much pain not masking this
Came up with a flow then I mastered it
Big body Benz and you know I'm not crashing it
Now I'm rapping I never imagined this
Way too deep in the game it's madness
Might go up disappear like magic
Why the hate on the kid it's tragic
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Writer: Trenton Talley
Copyright: Lyrics © TP DIGITAL AB, O/B/O DistroKid

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Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Trenton Talley

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