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Magic (feat. Finessekid)

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The Fork and Knife


Brrt (Sonny, you killed it)
Brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt
Greaze (Ice)
Chyeah

I told my jeweler, "I need some ice" (Brrt)
And I don't care 'bout the price
My diamonds came with certificates, pull up shining (Shing)
With a ten out of ten, my cousin, a couple of affiliates
Son of a gun (Baow-baow)
And my daddy's a Joseph, I'm a junior like Vinicius (Greaze)
Somethin' like Jamie
If you owe me then pay me, blud, it gets serious

I'm from a place where you run out of light
they cuttin' up candles
Bare criminals and vandals
Told my gyal to wish me luck, it's a gamble
I'm from a place if you doin' a drill
better cover your face
CCTV runnin' the place
All the jakes need is a couple of days (Huh)
I'm-I'm from a place where money is strange
And they look at you weird
when you're gettin' that cake (Uh-huh)
I-I would never tuck my chain
In school, I never tucked my shirt, oh, now I ain't changed
I'm from a place where if you ain't scammin'
you're trappin'
Outside, servin' the addicts (Brrt, brrt)
If you go broke, the love will vanish
If you get rich, they say it's magic

Bro's OT, didn't do exams
But I weren't fazed, I got paid in banks (Brrt, brrt)
I was in school tryna clear HS
Like I had beef with Mizzy and Blanks
Real southwester, they know who I am
Rock out his head back, make him migraine skank
Too many man, too many, many man
Finessekid slimed out too many man (Boom, boom-boom)
Stink up some robberies
D-done it in Air Force, done it in Wallabees
Bad one in my DM tryna holler me
Give her mahogany
don't do monogamy (Give me that, give me that, eugh)
Collection of girl tryna swallow me
Girl hit my line, just holler me
Scratch that like I wanna win the lottery
Hit from the side and I make her all wobbly, huh

When they teach a pilot to fly, same time
they teach how to handle a crash (Let me land)
Streets taught me how to rap
but it never taught me how to handle the cash (Huh?)
Never taught me how to handle the fame (Nah)
Now I got dead tings chattin' my name
Expensive clothes I don't even wear
Said I'ma start savin', I'm spendin' again
I pull up in a Maybach and it's payback
For the days that we used to travel to radio
And Hackney and had to get train back (Greaze)
Now my seat recline, I'm so laid back (Ice)
Forget a face akh
Thought I was lit back when they used
to listen on tape packs (Brrt-brtt)
'Cause all my street stories are straight facts
You're just a cat
but you talk like you're a cap (Bow, bow-bow)

I'm from a place where you run out of light
they cuttin' up candles
Bare criminals and vandals
Told my gyal to wish me luck, it's a gamble
I'm from a place if you doin' a drill
better cover your face
CCTV runnin' the place
All the jakes need is a couple of days (Uh-huh)
I'm from a place where money is strange
And they look at you weird
when you're gettin' that cake (Brrt-brrt)
I would never tuck my chain
In school I never tucked my shirt
oh, nah, I ain't changed (Uh-huh)
I'm from a place where if you ain't scammin'
you're trappin'
Outside, servin' the addicts (Brrt-brrt)
If you go broke, the love will vanish
If you get rich, they say it's magic (Uh-huh)

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