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styles - black magic lyrics

[angie stone in background]
you…

wha, wha yeah
it’s like a team over here daddy
one for all, and one for one [let it flow, flow, flow… ahh yeah…]
if it aint that then it aint right
if you be knowin that, you’ll be aight

[verse 1]
my heart goes out to the homeless and poor
and my n-gg-s in the bing that didn’t go to the board
wit a 25 to l on your back the sh-t is too cold
and for the kids that didn’t get they school clothes
for the gods that lost they earth
the world’s a song you’ll get it back you just lost your verse
it’s p verse the demons, that’s why i’m feenin for weed
’cause i don’t wanna forfeit first
i could even bust my gun and do some office work
but i still wanna off this jerk [sh-t…]
i can’t leave it out my rhymes [why]
’cause it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk
three houses for the family, two for the n-gg-s
when i die i was true to the n-gg-s [true soldier]
and i never practice voodoo
but it’s like black magic how i spit this fluid to n-gg-s

[chorus: angie stone]
how do you move on his way
when taking all this stress and pain
there’s gotta be a better way
there’s gotta be a better way yeah
if i should give up hope today
p won’t you help me find my way
all i really want…
is to live my life so we can just get high yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
ask god when he stoppin the pain
a fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin his vein
and the needle look dirty but i’m close to reaching thirty
and the only thing i know it’s a profit to gain
i might cry but i’m still cold
i might be cold but i still cry
and bottomline i’ma still die
i can see the doors openin now
i can see the ghost floatin around
that’s why p come down with the potenest sound
spit the sh-t that’ll open the ground [crack the ground]
my third eye got a horoscope [see it all]
so if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars i wrote
build and destroy
come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy
’cause all i really want [what]
was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a toy

[chorus]

[verse 3]
my whole life been a sacrifice
so if my n-gg- need my help he aint never gotta ask me twice
i’m the n-gg- you could kick it wit
you gotta spot you wanna rob i’m the n-gg- you could stick it wit
i’m in the studio, i’m droppin pain on the beat
i’m famous indeed, but those is two differences
they tryin to understand me, but i overstand ’em
i’m the flowin phanthom, til we blowin random
and to my corner n-gg-s holdin cannons
that want the money and jewels and everything ’cause we so demanding
to the hoes that think i’m handsome
that know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that’s the anthem
callin n-gg-s like that’s the ransom
you could take ’em you could leave ’em but your man aint a happy camper
if p flowin then that’s the cancer
holiday the hottest sh-t point blank dog that’s the answer

[chorus] – 2x

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