Bright Light Magic

[Produced by NVRLND]

[Verse 1: TAH Scola]
They know me sorta well
Ask 'bout the smell
Let's show & tell
Momma saved em' from Hell
Get on my shit
Let's make it sell
Make sure my niggas eatin'
Feasting on [?], pain & graffiti
Thinking weekends in Tahiti
Bet they's bitches in bikinis
Shit, we die for it
Any means, nine to five
I'm gon' grind for it
Stuck in my error
Patek, still rockin' time for it
The black die young
Ain't no marching for the starving
Keep us shackled up
Puttin' marksmen all on our artists
Professionally pop 'em
Gettin' stricly sick from steroids in my chicken
I'ma king searching for queens
They see a nigga chasin' bitches
Need that bright light magic
Duckin' madness and what have it
Star-status, bring the static
I'ma stab it, stacking cabbage
That's my new dough
You know
Blue face is chillin' where the show go
Still rollin' that gas
Make me feel like I'm on Pluto
I know, they still schemin'
'Till I'm finished breathing
Keep my head on the swivel
Tuckin' willy with the beamin'

[Chorus: TAH Scola]
Need that
Bright Light Magic
Star-status, bring the static
If they fuckin' up the money
We gon' let them niggas have it
I was raised 'round havoc
Played my lane, duckin' traffic
Young, black man
Know I gotta have it
My nigga I got
Habits
On-stage
Pretty women yell my name
Yes, I do it for the fortune
And the fame
My nigga I got
Habits
On-stage
Pretty women yell my name
Yes, I do it for the fortune
And the fame
My nigga I got

[Bridge: TAH Scola]
Fuck this rap shit
Nigga, I ain't eatin'
This bitches ain't real
Losin' niggas, I stay beefin'
Ain't sleepin'
Calculate moves to the sun cycle
Writin' dope shit
Hopin' ya' son will spit just like you

[Verse 2: TAH Scola]
Used to do it for the gram
Duckin' Uncle Sam
It's a fetish, not a habit
Shit, we smoke it by the pound
Everybody need a piece
Never spit it with the fam'
I ain't trynna be the man
But I am who I am
Let 'em hate me for it
Smokin' some shit that they can't afford
Put a price on my nice life
For the night, they pay more
When the bright lights
Gather her attention
I done grabbed it
All the screamin' and the havoc
Let the madness turn to magic
That's what I do though
True though, kickin shit simple
I'm the uno
I promise you
Tah nicer than them other rappers you know
Keep it real nigga
Motivation from real niggas
When I die
Bury me with some bills, nigga

[Chorus: TAH Scola]
Need that
Bright Light Magic
Star-status, bring the static
If they fuckin' up the money
We gon' let them niggas have it
I was raised 'round havoc
Played my lane, duckin' traffic
Young, black man
Know I gotta have it
My nigga I got
Habits
On-stage
Pretty women yell my name
Yes, I do it for the fortune
And the fame
My nigga I got
Habits
On-stage
Pretty women yell my name
Yes, I do it for the fortune
And the fame
My nigga I got
Habits