Coin

Mogs walkin' round with pistols
 Guess they never liked pencils
 I just always loved dope, and now when I walk, it's like the ground sizzles
 Swimming in a cul-de-sac of options, I possess a handful of talents
 Too many peasants claim king, I find my gun full of balance
 I wish I had it as good as it looks
 But if I had it that good I'd be whack
 Like a V-neck shirt to the club, YUCK!
 If I had it good, I'd be that
 My mother taught me fashion design, so
 Most of what I wear, I designed, and
 Everything I wear woman like, joe
 The baddest in the room should be mine, ho!
 I got employees, looking like I plotted on the Ouija board
 Connecting with all the dead presidents, and now I'm getting my George and Weezy on
 Get my Vegeta on
 They gone pay me what they owe me and a little bit more
 Because I'm smarter than my elders and I settles the score
 I ain't wired too tight, but my appearance is clean
 Summon up my equals in Chicago to cook up a regime
 It don't matter what your class, you can make it yourself
 With the longer you have struggle, you should make it to wealth
 (Blessed)
 It's like we ain't supposed to have shit
 'Cept magic, got magic, this magic
 It's mad kids, with match stick, fed madness
 Then locked up, vanquished, banished
 It's like we ain't supposed to have shit
 'Cept magic, make magic, this magic
 Got magic, this magic, this magic
 Magic, magic, this mahjik
 Tear soaked loafs, Blood in the city
 This the verse heard around the world babe come fuck me if you feel me
 My city is a hell, Devil working well
 Killing ourselves, all under spells
 Get em for the funds and the gear
 Young niggas tote guns over here
 And they run off of fear
 Shootin' with the sun in the air
 Niggas shootin' with the sun in the air
 And they told who done it
 Your homie gone 25 summers, but the nigga that he hit he had it coming
 The nerves of him, absurd how we live
 But the life gets deeper the further you swim
 The lap of lux, done passed us up
 It's them or us, Our knuckles up
 Enough's enough enough's enough
 Our knuckles up, It's them or us
 The lap of lux, done passed us up
 All under spells
 Killing ourselves
 Devil working well
 My City is a hell
 I'm on auto-pilot
 I think I'm a shaman
 Swallow ultraviolet
 Let the truth unfold on this silent night
 This pursuit of gold, and my pride is plight
 Pie everlasting, I'll find a slice
 This algorithmic, jot down the digits
 No mathematician, You maleficent
 My palates switching, Been had this shit
 Man that's magic, and we ain't even supposed to have shit