Classic

Have you ever seen magic?
Make everybody panic
Let it burn like acid
Winning is my habit
In the studio making classics
In my Reebok Classics
Have you ever seen magic?
Winning is my habit
Have you ever seen magic?
Steady merking the game
Got a lot of love for the P’s, not a lot of love for the fame
Now say my name, say my name (Faze Miyake)
It’s magic like David Blaine
No I’m not Slick Rick, but I’m a slick prick
And my middle name is get rich quick, can’t give a bitch dick
Unless she’s fit, with her thighs all thick
I ain’t wifeing chicks, I’m wilding bitch
On my stylish shit, bare high and shit
And I ain’t coming down, they wanna make man frown
Still see me round town, in the sauce I drown
Yeah yeah, king of my castle, swagging out my crown
Get it in €uros, ¥en, Dollar$ and Pounds£
Magic like Houdini, I love money and I still like rude beanies
All of my tunes greazy, shit’s getting too easy
In the rave getting two wheelies, I was putting in mad work
Now I stare through freely, still gotta move speedy
All of these fools pree me, all they wanna do is be me
Bad B wanna meet me, but she moves too needy
I was in the stu on 7th, living life pain is the essence
Everyday counting my blessings, but I gotta keep them guessing