Magic

[Intro:]
Ay Jolo there's shooting outside
Ay Juce let me know somethin'

[Hook:]
Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who
Claiming that you really about that life I need proof
Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof
Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who
Claiming that you really about that life I need proof
Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof

[Verse 1:]
I'm with some niggas that'll be quick to do you dirty
These niggas ain't outside ain't none of my niggas worried
Fully auto .30 mix his ass like a McFlurry
I'm trynna get this chicken can't you tell I'm in a hurry
You ain't no big dog, you just doing all the barking nigga
Drop that addie on my family we'll come fast and park it nigga
When you sit inside that cell you find out wherе your heart is nigga
Suckas ain't nowhere nеar our level we the hardest nigga
Only in the jewelry store when I don't go my gun
Ain't worried about the opps coming here they ain't buying none
I caught him in the alley, like Rickey he try to run
We shot the wrong nigga, all we do it is for fun
Ain't retired, I just calmed down, I gotta raise my son
Niggas say they want smoke don't think they got the lungs
Fell in love with these streets this bitch done got me sprung
And I ain't doing shows unless I bring my gun

[Hook:]
Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who
Claiming that you really about that life I need proof
Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof
Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who
Claiming that you really about that life I need proof
Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof

[Verse 2:]
They ain't never look for us them niggas playing defense
Accidental shooters my nigga it ain't no secret
It's up and if the auto is stuck, we just gon' leave it
Satisfaction every-time I see a sucka bleeding
These niggas know we're on their block they still ain't try to air it out
Catch them on the 'Gram but on the streets where is their whereabouts
They ain't got no streets or no blocks we would've teared it down
Making hella diss songs now I still don't hear a sound
Hear your homie PCed up [?]
False claiming bodies on us, these niggas hoes
I don't even do my own laundry I can not fold
[?], this telling is getting old
He ain't did shit for us that nigga gotta go
This war-time this nigga a goofy ain't got a pole
Every-where you see me around it's time to go
Ain't glorifying nothing, it's something we stand up for

[Hook:]
Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who
Claiming that you really about that life I need proof
Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof
Claiming that you're sliding on the homies I'm like who
Claiming that you really about that life I need proof
Shit was so tragic how my boys took off his roof
Shit was like magic how my dogs made him poof