Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magic, artist - Lil Skies. Date of issue: 23.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Magic |
| Yeah |
| Roll one up and hit this magic |
| Roll one up and hit this magic |
| With the gang we ball out, it can get tragic |
| All we got, we gon' let you niggas have it |
| Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits |
| What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit? |
| Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage |
| Tell my son I love him, for him I’ma make it happen |
| Now my dreams reality, not goin' back to trappin' |
| You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughin' |
| Now I hit the scene, they like «Lights, camera, action!» |
| Livin' in a dream, now my music they be blastin' |
| Step out, I’m a star, always in the latest fashion |
| Had to set the bar, niggas try to catch me lackin' |
| Bank account for my son, he won’t have to struggle |
| You can see it in my eyes, all I do is hustle |
| They try to knock me off my feet, I’m ready to rumble |
| Feel like I ain’t ate in weeks, workin' off the muscle |
| Oh yeah, oh my, we ride |
| For my brothers, no lie |
| All you niggas can die |
| Never wrong, they right |
| Yeah, I ain’t changin' my side |
| Yeah, we in it for life |
| 'Cause if you down, you ridin' |
| Roll one up and hit this magic |
| With the gang we ball out, it can get tragic |
| All we got, we gon' let you niggas have it |
| Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits |
| What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit? |
| Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage |
| Tell my son I love him, for him I’ma make it happen |
| Now my dreams reality, not goin' back to trappin' |
| You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughin' |
| Ay, how could you lie to my face? |
| People claim that they be loyal, they be takin' up space |
| Seen my broski lose his heart when he was fightin' that case |
| Took so many L’s, I’m not goin' back to those days |
| I’ma treat you how you treat me, do you like how it tastes? |
| Shorty, you’s a one-nighter, can’t treat you like my ace |
| I got way too many problems to be worried I’m straight |
| Me and Craig sellin' weed, had to watch for the jakes |
| On the road this shit crazy, I get eighty a show |
| Save my money, stack it up, it look like I’m sellin' dope |
| Foreign cars, drive 'em fast, I never done this before |
| Get high, drown out my problems, let me pour me a four, yeah |
| Roll one up and hit this magic |
| With the gang we ball out, it can get tragic |
| All we got, we gon' let you niggas have it |
| Stuck in my ways, think I need to change my habits |
| What would you do if you were me and didn’t have shit? |
| Look in the mirror, now I’m feeling like a savage |
| Tell my son I love him, for him I’ma make it happen |
| Now my dreams reality, not goin' back to trappin' |
| You say that you proud of me, I turn my back, you laughin' |