Mr. Magic City - 08

Oh eight it was blood in my eyes
That type of feelin I couldn't disguise
Swift
He got killed in the building where Penny lived in
I was thinkin like why
Then I start thinking like how
Then I start thinking like pow
So I slid out to Jersey with Chyna, to cop me a Glit know I'm laying it down
You ain't get fresh set no dap
You a opp, I see you, I clap
I was dumpin at light skin
I'm tryin to pipe him
Slope tried to creep from the back
No guts niggga shit in the air
I get that chance
Knock the seed out his pear
I up it and aim it and flare
Yeah Magic City make shit disappear
Off a bid doe, shit lookin different
All these Lil niggas blood or they cripping
I ain't trippin this glizzy it boom
Quavo and Pop
I'm shakin I'm the room
It got spooky doe niggas switched sides
Lil niggas I thought was on time
They was talkin that body on that site shit
It don't matter doe
This glock hit like lightning
He don't die then that nigga gone tell
So you know I'm trynna hammer the nail
He got locked up, then I got locked up
Not a thing imma tear up the jail
But you know niggas pussy
So they throwing pussy shit
Trynna get strangers to ride
You could tell every blood in the jail who I be
I see sharks in the water and dive
Nigga caught me off guard, no sweat
But you know me, the scalpel on deck
Nigga ran like a NY JET
I was itching from takin his flesh
Yeah I grew up in violence
Go check my history
Nigga, my gun it got mileage
I'm washing the blood wit the bleach
But it never get clean
You could see I been wilding
Co-defendants and both of 'em ratted
Prison system
It's like you've been tatted
Yeah that scalpel hit both of their cabbage
The reactions was pussy and savage

Let me think

Thought about it
Ain't nothin to think 'bout
I know killers from here to the pink house
Pix 11, whenever we link out
Magic City, I bought all my links out
Couple years ago though
I was clicked out
I been watching these niggas release date
On the menu, gone treat 'em like cheesecake
I reload on the glizzy and replay
Mixing these drugs
Find it harder to breathe straight
But whatever that shit it's irrelevant
I be laughing
They think I done deaded it
It don't matter the room
They the elephant
Man these niggas ain't shooters
They celibate
Finger fuckin the glizzy
I'm wrecking it
Floyd baby mother
I'm slitting and stretching it
On her period, and yeah I got red in it
Wrapped up the Nissan
That v, I got head in it
Not the brody
Not fighting, I weapon it
'Til that boy in the ground
Ain't no deading it

I blowin Runtz at the moon
I'm with the shooters
And they in the mood
Vlone my body and Christian my shoes
We fucked and the scent took over the room

Written by:
Korey Lowe

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