Magic City Songtext
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Reese Forte
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
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
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