Black Magic

By Mike G

On Verses III

Released on November 8, 2021

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[Intro: Power Rangers Turbo sample]

There it is, come on

It's some sort of detonator

It's ticking, and we don't have much time left

That my little friend is a monumental understatement


[Verse]

In my bag in case they ain't too solid

Too stand up like Kanye's popped collars

The champagne of rap when whining is not an option

Used to do pop ups, gang shit

After tour the revenue wouldn't fit in shoe boxes

Giving the Creator his due props

But you ought to do what you thought proper

And fall off in the heard like Mufasa

The top shotter, fox body modded

Down south you see them rims and whips hopping

On the west still riding Coups and Impalas

Proud of copping Pradas as resolution to their problems

Every good morning, my girl say grand rising

Heavyweights still stay polished as hair models

You riding wave after wave, playing survival

And I'm only ever decent in my arrival

Digi-dash, I could play games on the console

Smoke to stay sane, brain left and my mind's gone

They riding wave after wave, playing survival

And I'm only ever decent in my arrival

Blood line been a rough ride but I drive slow

They searched the plane bag, ain't find the hydro

Flocka show out in the Bay, I got the stage pass

When we eat we can all go and get the combo

Devil's in the details, the Lambo diablo

As far as I know that's fair as the carnival

Hit my phone to put me on with some who'd rather get it on

And make it known than sing a song to get along

Was on roam before we had to sit at home

They all the same so I'm Gucci on these different clones