My game getting hot
Like a latte with the foam
I been around the globe, (yeah)
But mama I'm coming home
My 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
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
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
Get the fuck outta my way
You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the fuck outta my way
Get the fuck outta my way
You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the fuck outta my way
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
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
Get the fuck outta my way
You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the fuck outta my way
Get the fuck outta my way
You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the fuck outta my way
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 eight, 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
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
See I ain't never had it