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Treatin' me like I'm some fuckin' dummy
Not givin' no help when I was hungry
Can't believe they ask me for some money
This what had that nigga stalkin', had that nigga chalkin
This what had that nigga come flame, pistol straight barkin
Flame tragic, givin' assists, they askin' where it's from, I name Magic
I'm gon' always do my own dirt, I don't claim baggage
You someone who don't do no work, but you claim savage
My teachin' strong, I maintain lavish
This cheech and chong got my brain damaged
Ayy, live it best, this movin' got me groovin
And this true shit, I'ma say with chest
The rats comin' out got me on panic, bout to flame the nest
When it come to fluke, it make me puke
Goddamn, I let off some stress
Give me my roses when we meet at that casket
Give me a notice when it come to hoeshit, I don't like flashes
But yet they know I give them boys the most to me
I dealt with the bashing
Watch him prevail, he got so much to see
Bitch, no, I ain't crashin
Look, let's keep it real when we talk
Not worried about my feelings
Yet I kept shit real while I walk
Playin' with my money I'm thinkin', engaging in stalkin
Done reached the finish line, so I'm not engaging in talkin
Oh, you gon' give me mine
You got me not fuckin' with semis, this a switchy kind
On the swerve, know that I ain't trippin', tell him, give me nine
Not, worried bout niggas not workin', I tell him, give me time
You know that this young nigga worth it, I put in plenty time
I up my gat , I'm not gon' choke
He get two shots , dead in his face
If I think that he gon' approach a nigga
I don't be tryin' to hear shit
From these lame-ass, fat-coachin' niggas
Oh, shit, well, we got beef
Best believe I'm into poachin' niggas
Got me a bag, and this brought me all I got
Got me a mag, now this keep away my opps
One time to brag while in that jail, still talk to pops
I remember walkin' mad, ain't have no shoes, I used my socks
Huh, flame tragic, givin' assists
They askin' where it's from, I name Magic
I'm gon' always do my own dirt, I don't claim baggage
You someone who don't do no work, but you claim savage
My teachin' strong, I maintain lavish
This cheech and chong got my brain damaged
Ayy, live it best, this movin' got me groovin
And this true shit, I'ma say with chest
The rats comin' out, got me on panic, bout to flame the nest
When it come to fluke, it make me puke
Goddamn, I let off some stress
Give me my roses when we meet at that casket
Give me a notice when it come to hoeshit
I don't like flashes, but yet they know I give them boys the most of me
I dealt with the bashing, watch him prevail, he got so much to see
Bitch, No I ain't crashin'

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