Magic

Gotta watch these niggas with my third eye
Ballin' on these niggas like I’m A. I
Nigga the streets cold, get a coat or a gun
I do this for my homies who can’t even see their sons
I don’t love nobody, man I love that lean though
Yeah, I’m a fiend though, love that green though
And I love them Glocks and them beans though
I love my niggas in the streets cause yeah they do anything for me
If you ain’t gang then you get hanged
I done seen a nigga change quick
Just cause he got caught in some shit the gang didn’t
How you gon' be screamin' gang now when you get caught up and you slip
When they throw you in that water, better swim
When you get that gun, you better shoot at the rim
I ain’t swichin on my niggas we gon' spin
I ain’t swichin on my niggas to the end
I gotta get money for my niggas to get rich
How I’m gon' be in mansions and still be on the strip
Niggas they ain’t smart these niggas better get a grip
Niggas die everyday, we buy more guns and buy more clips
I’m loading up my gun and I’m looking in the mirror
I see a nigga bullshittin' I’ma take him outta there
Cause I ain’t gon' give I’m a chance to trip to get me outta this
All my niggas demon saints so we will never crawl,
Ball on these niggas make a basket
Nigga I’ll go back to flippin' work not flippin' pattys
There’s a 100 shots in there I know nigga, I know your tracks
A lot of niggas disappeared I’m real familiar with magic