Chester Watson and Fredfades - Magia

Famous as fuck, still broke only eighteen
I guess there’s still hope for me
And the enemy, i guess a need a steel
Toe shorty where she at?
Probably at home studies dark magic rituals
We got attached after
And ee gon die together high
As fuck in the crib
We on acid, not on 27 club, at the crib
No sleep niggas always up on the
And I get it
How I live on the edge of existence
My last girl, on the edge of forgiveness
Everybody else, on their edge of their seats
Waiting on the next heat like
I drop a new template
Every beat in my rememberence
Is very discrete my ninja, you can tell by
The feet and the fleece, all black
But you might smell the weed
Approachin’ on the
I’m floatin’ high as fuck and the trees
I wrote this mad sober on the
Black table glass coasters from our brews on
And when i’m wavy i know
I’m closer to the moon
And even though i’m sationarty
Feel the oceans move
200 on the sneakers, they adidas
Gotta google them
Don’t do no features, sell some beats
And catch me coolin’ then
And if you know me
Know my catchphrase is fuck that
And it ain’t changed
Since the nigga copped the bus pass
And that’s a while back
Runnin’ through my dreams
Run a mile backwards
But i skate, and mikey’s at the ball course
I drew my face on a chalk board
Back in the days, when my face was’nt on tour
Like when i was in Fader, gettin’ encored
But fuck it, I’m bored

Written by:
Ilan (Chester) Czenstochousky

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