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me sleeping
On the cold floor
My gangster told me put
In work like it's a magic
In these streets thank
God I'm still ten toes
When my nigga jeffy died

ain't reward it
Still ball with my crew like I play with the hornets
Rage EDM like my bro DJ Carnage
I can walk in Magic turn the weather to stormy

the  Basement to the kitchen to the attic
Donjuan but my name ain't Magic

Donjuan you know I got passion
I'm from the chi but name ain't Magic
He's the pimp

up rick and morty
With your shawty in the party
And i do not pop molly
In your face with my 40
Got a glock by my dick
Got a blade on my side
Talk down

always one ahead
You can touch my cup, I don't sip no red
When I play with the money, paper cuts on my hand
I crashed out in the back of magic city

niggas you shot, how much money you got (how much?)
And do you really post up on the block?
Not ordinary, it may vary
I get my means by any means

drive
No I.D. I’m good, you stuck in the line
V.I.P. my section bitch, you still outside
Rick Owens be the feets, denim Number (N)ine
Ima steal her heart,

think he owes it all to his Magic Wand

[Ecstacy (& Jalil) ]
Now that you heard our rap and you caught a contact
(And by now you're all to be blasted)

you'll never leave
You got me stoned like an addict
When I'm with you it's magic
I could loss it all but you're all I need
A day without you, I won't have

the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't

Adventures of Super Rhymes

Jimmy Spicer

The Ultimate Hip-Hop Album

2008

of my dream"
So he took control of his private jet
His magic lamp and money he could not forget
Yes, he got to the disco, danced and screamed
But

Danson on the beat

First off, fuck Joss
He thinks he cool he thinks he's the boss 
Don't know shit, but he still likes to talk 
Like he been in

done me a bird too
Just came out a lot lot smarter
So I went a lot lot harder
Still got to dodge me the feds and karma
New country spot somewhere by

Fucked 'em up we hurt 'em, know he not on his ass like a girdle
Ten shots to his back put 'em on his stomach face down like a turtle
Still got all my

I'ma have to learn another language 
You the richest on the team
But you still work the hardest make changes
I fucked around and got famous
Right

Yeah yeah aye
If I make it to the top just know imma
Bless the ones that help me get there
Imma put this shit on everyday
Having drip like Rick Flare

John Wayne
And rick james
Cuz I tame
And I flame
But I don't play no games
But I do
And I'm smooth
And I don't play by rules
And if you confused
This is

Used to rock Gucci and that fake Supreme
Went and got my bread up I did it by any means

You still rock that nike tech bitch you broke as hell
Bitch I go

Game Over
Game Over
They'll Trick for ya Treat like October (Damn !)
Game Over
Game Over
You still ain't got No Game if I passed The Controller (Talk

you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn

315's in the back still black magic on the tires
If I got to fuck with a bitch
She goin know not to Conversate wit niggas when it come to my doe
My

uzi, I gave my lil' bitch a new patek
I don't think he really want static
We got them wands make that boy disappear just like magic

My pockets, they

and hang up like b**** I’m in my bag I’m still walking with angels but devils in my path Got Band-Aids around my fingers black tape around the Mag  Do your

If time is money I ain’t waisting no time
Trust nothing bitch I’m slangin that iron
Trappin Hard got that guop on my mind
I’m flippin bitches Puttin