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Bread Games Of Magic

I came to the city Seemed like a good time to write And even now as I look out my window Rain clouds are chasing the light The play games of magic

write my name in the history books hustlin' in the hall Nah, I don't spin on my head I spin my work into pot so I can spend my bread And I'm gettin'

ya You know you really wanna be rollin instead Hey there some niggas out here tryin to put a hole in yo head Hey and sold ya for bread Findin the life

bounce back like elastic How you do that, I call it dope boy magic Watch me work them plays like that 95 Madden How you do that, I call it dope boy magic

stressin' to flip Keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit Dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip I'm tryin' to show you where the bread

hoes over Rest in peace to Heath Ledger but I'm no "joker" I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on ya table nigga no coaster Burn bread everyday

like Oprah bang to the boogie The game

can't wear jeans and sneakers then I won't be lamping there Nope Agro pimp simply finicky note faggot bag it up no diggity soldier Magic touch finger

his feet hung inches out the pig pen Motley day goblins brought him pillage to pass the stillness With bad javelin tip dipped inside, barreled, black magic