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Blue Magic
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KXNG Crooked & Joell Ortiz
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Nahmean, I was in county jail on a pay phone I was on a pay phone with BET, closing a seven figure deal Tiff had me on a three-way, you know I say that to say this My mind state is get it By any dreams necessary, you feel me? I swear to god, I put my rep on it I give it you raw, never stepped on it I give it to you free, whole hundred pack (Blue) Cuz I knew once you tasted it that you be coming back It’s Blue Magic, what could fuck with that? Blue Magic like a dodgers snap trucker hat You dissing on the internet, what was that? N***as love to run their yap on a fuckin App We was moving white but now that’s what we be moving music like People are assuming I’m booming soon as my [?] Listen to the music you’re doing, that shit is super light Listen to the music we’re doing, that shit for Pookie pipe I remember Paris nights with Yaowa Freestyling in front of the Eifel Tower Haters watch the presidential watch Call it the white eyes in hours Got the Cig ready to light the sour When I snipe you cowards, soon as the weapon’s lifted up You gon be needing professor Griffith Chuck to fight the power Mafia shit this life of ours Could bust on your wife, nah fuck a bridal shower I ain't got plans to touch a man’s wife Get a lil grey in your beard, you understand life I’m aging like fine wine And I’m tired of hearing your lies rhyme We used to rock thermals Running away from cops as we hopped hurdles Now we drop in convertible tops rocking [?] turtles I jot journals, ignoring the clock cuz I’m nocturnal Some of my squad ain't in the picture no more, crop circle Respectfully Respect my brother Always pouring your heart and soul into this shit When it’s real you can’t fake it Can’t fake it man I was going to wait to write this verse, I got a migraine But I know god don’t make mistakes, so here go my pain MD 20/20 blackberry cisco in night train In ninth grade skipping my train stop The hoogie I played with, was dangerous We partied in them drug apartments Turning up onyx, throwing guns in the air dancing on bloody carpets No parents home they’re somewhere chasing that habit Soon as they cope a feel or hit their vein it’s like magic Every time I think of the shit I escaped I feel panic If you ain't from it you wouldn’t understand it Like newyorkrican Spanish People vanish My n***a was leaving jail and hurts to tell you Soon as he touched down, one of them eagles landed Years I survived inside a five block radius Quick was my block alias Before the Maybachs It was white rocks and Nike socks in my block cock daily In case a n***a duck fades for one of his hot top [?] as well Let me reflect a moment I remember staring in the projects mirror Pretending that my neck had a necklace on it Guess I was projecting I no longer see my neck It’s like my chain got a hanging reflector on it with a projector on it This is how [?] can be This type of feeling’s Ben Simmons for three It’s been missing my G But I’ve been assisting my G from the west coast Since we broke bread in front that Eifel Tower, French toast I remember just trying getting the picture Now lunch meetings make me six figure richer before getting to dinner Just cuz the figures is bigger don’t mean the deal is the best dawg Sometimes the runts are the pick of the litter But we shittin, ya’ll picking the litter
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