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slim thug - magic lyrics

[verse 1]
i used to ride around, selling weed on my peddle bike
sh-t was slow, i took time and i got it right
cats know my face, i’m the same yute that took every change
i used to wish on a couple bags but nowadays, that’s penny change
this sh-ts mad! i put a 20 down in 7 days
i’ve done bird but that’s nothing cos
it’s been 3 years for my n-gga [?] off these roads (free ma n-gga!)
in my trap spot, my pyrex full of snow
my wrist hurtin’, i been workin’, i cop work and it goes
i’m a young n-gga thats really paid, me and dem ain’t in the same boat
they got a flashy watch and nice shoes, but i know they ain’t copped no smoke
that’s stupid, i finished work, need a new brick
i fell in love with money from the trap and its nuttin’ to do wit cupid

[verse 2]
everyday i wake up and no doubt imma take that risk
take two steps in the trap house, hit the stove and scr-pe that dish
same work but a different pack; same block but a different trap
i got no chill, i’m so real, i go too h.a.m
when he hit the pipe, it was too mad
you got a lot of talk, but your left wrist is like two grand (joking)
and i used to check for a lotta man
but nowadays i got no love, we can’t relate, they got no plan
thats useless, my whippin’ game is stupid
i told bro i ain’t gonna stop, then i came home and i proved it
35 for a whole one, there’s 30 bells in my new (shh)
and nothings changed, but nowadays when i wake up and turn my phone on it goes nuts!
it’s jumpin! cos how many times did i take that risk, go back that work and bank it
30 bags and a rubber band, thats my idea of a sandwich
this sh-t is all i know, i came up selling o’s
give me a peppermint tea and a bowl of oats, and i’m ready to hit the roads

[verse 3]
i got no love! cos back then i had no funds
now i’m sittin down in a german whip, doing 140 wit no clutch!
and i looked up to a lotta man
now i see dem, and its not that, they looked p-ssed that they’re not with man
i can’t stop! i take the risk, work my -ss off
my left wrist cost a whole box and my re-up is a bit mad , it’s silly
i’m putting work in any city
i’m real good, i don’t need n-ggas
i had a clean month, now i’m one deep countin’ 50 (50 racks)

- slim thug lyrics

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