Magic Hour

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1lthy)

[Verse]
Pull up on some cozy shit
Call me snuggy money
Fried liked Ted hold my lovely-dovey
Put my vision in your eye call it Teletubby
Hundred thousand got my stomach on pop-belly
And my niggas puttin’ work, so they rock dickies
Day one so they came from the mud with me
And these thousand dollar sweats can’t knock the hustle
Down slaying guns comes time, but they is not muscle
Saudi money bossed up had to flex my muscle
Called Elliot up anotha icicle
And these Balamains remind you of [Mike zippers]
Half a million blockеd up might count quicker
My hitters down niggas like F1lthy down liquor

[Chorus]
This thе life that we chose to be thorough niggas
This the life that we chose gotta deal with it
What is like I suppose to be real nigga

[Verse]
Fuck the label futuristic visions got me feeling like I’m cable
We ain’t have television now my niggas watching cable
Niggas wake up in the morning pouring syrup like it’s maple
Thousand dollar Saudi sweats dollar signs on my lap
Exotic bowels and private jets foreign bitches givin’ neck
Walk around the hood I’m good hunnid on my neck
Head on a swivellin but hood eyes on my back

[Chorus]
This the life that we chose to be thorough niggas
This the life that we chose gotta deal with it
What is like I suppose to be real nigga

[Verse/Outro]
This the life that we chose gotta deal with it
This the life the whole world would have killed for it
Sippin pints in the moring then we still pouring
Rest in peace to my niggas that ain't here for it
Free my niggas out them cells that ain't here for it
They ain’t talkin bout no money I don’t care for it