Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magic City, artist - Deniro Farrar. Date of issue: 07.02.2019
Song language: English
Magic City |
| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it |
| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it |
| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence |
| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me |
| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it |
| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it |
| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence |
| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me |
| Hit my knees and say a prayer when I wake up |
| Got a sweet tooth, I’ma get this cake up |
| Boy, these streets’ll really show you what you made of |
| Lil' mama bitchin' 'cause she wish that I would date her |
| I’m on a mission, got no time to be laid up |
| Face in the pillow, fuckin' up her makeup |
| Yeah, you might’ve got the pussy, but you paid up |
| I was starvin', now a nigga got his weight up |
| Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move |
| Ye ain’t ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes |
| Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool |
| Hard to tell who is who, a lot of these niggas fu' |
| A lot of these niggas fu', yeah a lot of these niggas flu |
| Nine times out of ten, prolly got a sour apple in the bunch |
| Listenin' to my spirit, if God give me a hunch |
| Fuck nigga, if you ever cross me, I’ma eat you for lunch |
| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it |
| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it |
| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence |
| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me |
| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it |
| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it |
| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence |
| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me |
| 14 or 28, 36 for the 22 |
| Young nigga get you outta here, for a couple racks they’ll finish you |
| Hard trustin' somebody, family did me dirty too |
| Stealin' out my fuckin' stash, you lucky I don’t murder you |
| Say your name ring bells, nigga, we ain’t ever heard of you |
| Tryna get straight with some work, if I don’t know you, I ain’t servin' you |
| Acetone in the white, Fentanyl in the dog food |
| Let you know when it touch down, don’t call me, I’ma call you |
| All this shit I seen got me traumatized |
| You can see the pain in a nigga eyes |
| Yeah, and I just made another run |
| Took the profit and invested in some more guns |
| Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move |
| Ye ain’t ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes |
| Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool |
| Fuck around, get your life snatched when you got a point to prove |
| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it |
| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it |
| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence |
| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me |
| No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it |
| No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it |
| Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence |
| The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me |