Like Magic

You gotta listen to my rhymes a couple times To really over stand, I over plan I overthink I really think it's saved me from a lot This generation weird It's like I saw this shit coming I'm not shocked, I'm so prepared Before uptown we was in the hood then Batty and bench Like I thought you was my good friend But you was coming round for all the info Together we supposed to be on top So how you end up as an opp? You let the hate revoke your spot No new friends Please don't call me "Sis" I'm not your kin hoe And please don't push my button Cause you know me and I'm stubborn Your bridge from I burn that No it ain't no come backs I don't even deal with most my cousins And they hear I'm getting big So the ones I've never met Start coming out the woodworks all of a sudden My nanny getting older That's the reason why I'm on go I need my money pronto I'm the topic haters need to have a convo' You do all the cussing and be bluffing I can tell you ain't on nothing I know what I'm on You ain't on a thing at all I've been me always From back to my school days I was rapping in the dinner hall Prada not Wallabies Them bitches wannabes I'm who they wanna be Got them saying "Chy thinks shes boujie like she don't even follow me" The ones that doubted Now acknowledge me But I want an apology They ain't on my level They ain't in my bracket If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it I get the bread and stack it I get the bread and rack it I run it up, I run it up I make it look like magic They ain't on my level They ain't in my bracket If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it I get the bread and stack it I get the bread and rack it I run it up, I run it up I make it look like magic I ain't gotta justify I'm so real You don't get to hang Cause you don't know real I ain't got the time to really sit you down and teach You don't wanna work, you wanna leach I ain't signed no deal They still can't keep up All these niggas having kittens Cah' they're catting for attention But they never get paid that In a Maybach so laid back, kick my feet up I don't have to force it It was written, I sorta coulda been a author Mummy's one daughter And when I'm working My goals I put my months by the quarter My flow like water My drip like water Cruising in the range I'm just remembering the Corsa Speed off Forza they can't catch this No time for Labrish That's the reason they can't match this On the net they're so bad but not in real life In real life they're catfish (Bap, bap, bap) They ain't on my level They ain't in my bracket If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it I get the bread and stack it I get the bread and rack it I run it up, I run it up I make it look like magic They ain't on my level They ain't in my bracket If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn't hack it I get the bread and stack it I get the bread and rack it I run it up, I run it up I make it look like magic