Magic

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