MAGI

You know
People always ask me, «How do you keep making these bangers?»
I tell 'em this:
(Aye!)
Must be a Magi
Making magic up and happen as soon as I hit the lobby
See me balling while I’m rapping, I might just be on my Gandhi
Niggas copy pasting, serving the blandest of all wasabi
Wan' talk about me? Bitch, shut up, come and find me
Got a round for anybody who ain’t about moving wisely
Claim you cold-hearted, nothing but dead people what I see
Sindria, we light up his block and then make it lively (Aye!)
Posted in the slums, all my niggas trapping
Where a stick can leave you topless when it’s airing like Aladdin
And uh… shit’s a fucking dungeon, but w money bagging
Off of any royal dumbass who would dare to walk out lacking (We gon!)
Pull up like Ja’far, extendos bussing
Bean on 'em, shut his can, like his lymph nodes bugging
You don’t want no static, get to sib note cutting
'Cause we picking bodies to the scale of Cisco hunting
Man, on tracks I’m Kougyoku, ain’t no one fucking with me
I pull the pen as a weapon and wipe a beat in a breeze
Thunder cracking, they peep the teachings, they snatching
The cretin heathens, they all just some tweaking weaklings competing with me
If the topic money, then I’m on it, Alibaba
Young God, breaded up, I make it rain, it’s pouring Mana
I ain’t have the leg room, now leaping past 'em, Morgiana
I won’t stop until I turn my homeland to my own Nirvana
Yeah, your shawty came through the with yams, she must need glaze from me then
She see me as some alcohol, that water chasing me, friend
I got her stripping for a splash of the Djinn
Prince Ren, how the wood had her thinking that I added a limb
She said, you…
Must be a Magi
Making magic up and happen as soon as I hit the lobby
See me balling while I’m rapping, I might just be on my Gandhi
Niggas copy pasting, serving the blandest of all wasabi
Wan' talk about me? Bitch, shut up, come and find me
Got a round for anybody who ain’t about moving wisely
Claim you cold-hearted, nothing but dead people what I see
Sindria, we light up his block and then make it lively (Aye!)
Chopper kick like Morgiana, all I gotta say
I be on your block like Alibaba, know I got the flame
Come to me, your situation look badder than Hakuei
Coming from the labyrinth, hoping to find some namaste
I don’t know who you are, haters seem to think I’m moving too far
I can show you the world we conquering with a true heart
Ladies really love me like Aladdin
'Cause there’s gold on my neck and on my wrists, like I’m Judar
The big bad Chris man, withstand, big plans
Tryna capture the world like Sinbad
Grip mag, click blast, I aim at a Djinn, snatch
He captive, wanna step to the king? The kid’s master
Big body shit like Ugo, I’m numero uno
The way I spit would make a crowd flip like Judo
Wiser than King Solomon, you know
Look at a partner, telling 'em 'kudos'
You know it’s a Homi, Sinbad jewels, everything cost a body
Dressed in Hilfiger, I been walking with a Tommy
Ain’t no more excuses, if you hate me, then I’m sorry
Lame ass nigga…