Sorry fa Cussin
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah)I'm(Jyeah) I'm (Jyeah)
I'm back Mr. Magic City
Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking his tag
But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life
Everyday I'm under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating
What more can I say it's like my gift and my curse
To fell or succeed I don't know what's worse (shit)
I don't know what's worse (aaa)
Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix
One slip and I'm back to the basics
Red or blue pill what would you do?
When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood
I know God's watching over me so is the Feds
When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
All that I've done will you protect my life?
Maybe, maybe not, until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock
You wanna see my bank statement