Styles P - Black Magic lyrics

[Angie Stone in background] You... Wha, wha yeah It's like a team over here daddy One for all, and one for one [let it flow, flow, flow... ahh yeah...] If it ain't that then it ain't right If you be knowin that, you'll be aight [Verse 1] My heart goes out to the homeless and poor And my n***as in the bing that didn't go to the board Wit a 25 to L on your back the sh** is too cold And for the kids that didn't get they school clothes For the gods that lost they earth The world's a song you'll get it back you just lost your verse It's P verse the demons, that's why I'm feenin for weed Cuz I don't wanna forfeit first I could even bust my gun and do some office work But I still wanna off this jerk [sh**...] I can't leave it out my rhymes [why] Cuz it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk Three houses for the family, two for the n***as When I die I was true to the n***as [true soldier] And I never practice voodoo But it's like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to n***as [Hook: Angie Stone] How do you move on his way When taking all this stress and pain There's gotta be a better way There's gotta be a better way yeah If I should give up hope today P won't you help me find my way All I really want... Is to live my life so we can just get high yeah, yeah [Verse 2] Ask God when he stoppin the pain A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin his vein And the needle look dirty but I'm close to reaching thirty And the only thing I know it's a profit to gain I might cry but I'm still cold I might be cold but I still cry And bottomline I'mma still die I can see the doors openin now I can see the ghost floatin around That's why P come down with the potenest sound Spit the sh** that'll open the ground [crack the ground] My third eye got a horoscope [see it all] So if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote Build and destroy Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy Cuz all I really want [what] Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a toy [Hook] [Verse 3] My whole life been a sacrifice So if my n***a need my help he ain't never gotta ask me twice I'm the n***a you could kick it wit You gotta spot you wanna rob I'm the n***a you could stick it wit I'm in the studio, I'm droppin pain on the beat I'm famous indeed, but those is two differences They tryin to understand me, but I overstand 'em I'm the flowin phanthom, til we blowin random And to my corner n***as holdin cannons That want the money and j**els and everything cuz we so demanding To the hoes that think I'm handsome That know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that's the anthem Callin n***as like that's the ransom You could take 'em you could leave 'em but your man ain't a happy camper If P flowin then that's the cancer Holiday the hottest sh** point blank dog that's the answer [Hook] - 2X