| Magic City
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| Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
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| Don’t lose your soul chasin' that pot of gold
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| I’m tryna go where I can’t go
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| Tryna be what I can’t be
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| I wanna teach you what I can’t show
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| We gotta reach what we can’t reach
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| Tryna shine when the sun won’t
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| I gotta grind as I gun toke
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| She’s rollin' weed as I’m doin' me
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| I kept the G’s, she can count on me
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| Wonderful times, lay a head for a young nigga
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| Like the day she told her dad I was a drug dealer
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| That explains how the cars came
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| And all the big money at the card games
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| I roll dice with the low-lives
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| Timb boots and the coat nice
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| New Porsche with the smoke lights
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| Young nigga, get your dough right
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| Get your money right
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| Children havin' children, but they don’t have a thing
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| All this drug dealin', it’s killin' our brother, mane
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| The government feed them freedom, they don’t understand
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| If we don’t do it now we really don’t have a chance
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| My sister, my brother, get your money right
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| Care for generations, build your mastermind
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| It’s time to make a livin', my brother, get your money right
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| Magic City
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| Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty
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| Don’t lose your soul chasin' that pot of gold
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| I wanna go where I can’t go
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| In Dubai smokin' dank smoke
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| No charges for the cellphones
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| But I charge 'em just to sell for
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| Peach Ciroc and the L’s long
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| Get to meet Barack, rub elbows
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| We the ones that never got the Pell Grants
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| Fuck FullSail, let your mail stack
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| I just wanna sign another lease
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| Mentality of a young nigga in the streets
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| But I think it’s time to buy that home
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| And if you got it give your man a loan
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| And if you bought it we can leave it 'lone
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| My niggas write it on their teeth of gold
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| All gold grills, but to each his own
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| Got in power just to put my people on
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| Get your money right
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| Children havin' children, but they don’t have a thing
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| All this drug dealin', it’s killin' our brother, mane
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| The government feed them freedom, they don’t understand
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| If we don’t do it now we really don’t have a chance
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| My sister, my brother, get your money right
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| Care for generations, build your mastermind
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| It’s time to make a livin', my brother, get your money right |