Magic

I got racks, 100 bands
I’m on top, had no chance
I got that ice, got that drip
Just my ego you boutta trip
I go Carti, you go stupid
In my Rari, you are mid
I rock Gucci, you rock school clothes
You are broke, I got rich h**s
I got guap so I don’t need them
Play my whip I got that freedom
I want 100s, V10 Ride
Got my homies by my side
Just in case someone tryna start beef
I keep it fresh so I brush my teeth
Teeth so shiny they blinding
All them haters they minding
Taking my time like Jordan
I got them diamonds yeah I be sporting
These haters never support
Just like a mission these haters abort
Hop on that s**t. I got the loot
We get that s**t then you call me stu
Making the money from they h**s they boring
I got these bands i’m boutta go touring
Most of my bands a waste of my time
In it for charts i’m boutta climb
I’ll take the L but i’m taking more W’s
Everybody dissing me they too scared, boo!
I think it’s my time I get out of here
I’m boutta put all these haters in fear
Look at you all, i’m schoolin
Got all these beats, i’m not foolin
All these bands appear, it’s magic
Your guap disappear, it’s magic
That s**t insincere, it’s tragic
You might be in fear, it’s tragic
All these bands appear, it’s magic
Your guap disappear, it’s magic
That s**t insincere, it’s tragic
You might be in fear, it’s tragic
All these bands appear, it’s magic
Your guap disappear, it’s magic
That s**t insincere, it’s tragic
You might be in fear, it’s tragic
All these bands appear, it’s magic
Your guap disappear, it’s magic
That s**t insincere, it’s tragic
You might be in fear, it’s tragic