AC3 - Black Magic lyrics
[Verse 1: Chuuwee] Yea, All this hate I gotta shake it off me All this love I gotta make an army f** the bank I'm tryna break his pockets Use a shoe box to make a bank deposit Sponsored out like a concert Why the dresser lookin like macys closet Still skatin wit an HP on me And a wad wit me try take it from me Wit a bad b**h that I trained well Now her mind state is on matriarchy When we outside we gone scrape the parking lot Skip the line and dont pay for parking Bad vibes I gotta shake em off me Yall fake and phoney no make up on me All this love I gotta make an arm Che Gueverra in a pair of airs.. Haha I believed in magic.. and n***a look what happened Now look at my status.. Headed mainstream Wit a platinum underwater breathing apperatus I just made a band. Holy matrimony Snappin chattin the homie Ima get it crackin.. I just got a package Ima ship it pack it I dont see distractions I just made a plan and Ima make it happen ..I deserve a check.. I deserve respect And I ain't bout to ask em.. All this glow they wanna take it from me Keep the oven on im the bakers homie Come by myself and get flagrant on you Wit a foul shot like play charging [Hook: Chuuwee] I believe in magic Ima get it crackin Ima make it happen I ain't even rappin I just keep real catch me in the traffic I can't see the static I can't see distractions look at all this status I just made a plan and I just made a band watch me make it happen [Verse 2: Trizz] Levis wit my hat back Laptop in my back pack GPS where that cash at And I'm in route in that Cadillac Talk sh** with yo cap back f** treats we pa**ed that Still dope wit no fast rap And I'm all in if the track slap SoCal where that cash at Where the white girls with the a** at Where we smoke good and do dabs at Where we get high and go to cla** at I'm so wild Ima cla** act Beat drop and I ga**ed that I ain't cheatin if the a** phat In the backseat where I smashed at I stress and smoke over situations b**hes fakin and its n***as hatin I ain't trippin I'm just tryna make it n***as changin cuz they think I'm famous I ain't gone lie sh** I think I made it I'm on a flight when they send the payment Jet laggin I f**in hate it I'm pissed off and I'm irritated First cla** in the flight plans I need a blunt rolled when the flight land Come up short and we fight fam Count cash on my night stand Amsterdam in a Sprite can Itch bad in my right hand Got paid bein a hype man N standing parallel to the mic stand [Hook: Chuuwee] I believe in magic Ima get it crackin Ima make it happen I ain't even rappin I just keep real catch me in the traffic I can't see the static I can't see distractions look at all this status I just made a plan and I just made a band watch me make it happen