Magnetic Lord

My knowledge is old
Mythodic art
My lot was sold
A lot of my goals can make me spal a lot of control
This for my penny flippers Fresno Friday night remy sippers
To all my back well henny niggars
Really living
Both is based on a true story
I got your wisdom understand me like 2-30
Rock button I’ve been there
Till I learn to alchemize my goals out of thin air
The patient buddha Siddhartha
Molder this music from a poetical pugilist
Y’all still saluting this cat it’s cool tho
This fooling around with that fool’s goal and loose dough all in the radio and no coldos
This is payback I won’t settle until I set my seeds on stupid acres and bulletproof maybacks
Peace to my pops my mother and kids
As far as dedication this is what insanity is
Ain’t nothing changed homie
Bullshit come with the game Homie
I don’t bang homie
But I keep the thing homie
For niggars that bang homie
Niggars that ain’t playing homie
I’m a grown ass man and with the gangs homie
Knowledge this
Supreme novelist
You know the god is lit
This rap niggars are is too Androgynist
And it’s obvious who is running shit
Y’all niggars know I body shit
Someway y’all mothefuckers body this
The golden Buddha
Gas All Gas
This niggars can’t spar with the god they all trash
I put my city weight on my shoulder and took a splash
On the cooky cut rappers that hate it they couldn’t last
I don’t chase trends I just keep it Asia cos bubble gum always looses its flavor
Off this tho
We comfortable painting this to the bag if you Tryna see what’s up with me
Golden buddha knocking out the kuuna
Drunk much
I spit the sick shit like i threw up
And rep where I grew up
But it hurts me to my heart when I heard a baby got hit
Y’all niggars doing too much
What the fuck?
What happened to the money and push
Wish I could put the whole hood on the tour bus facts but the reality is that everything ain’t for everybody and I’m cool with that
The dealers in the truck with the wax like groove attack
Moving cookies like scooby Snacks
Tabble knuckle to hoodie rap
Chief Executive officer of the chain I’m truly that
They don’t know the face but they know the moniker
I’m at the tele getting top like the yamaka
This shit dope rewind it’s more chronica
Nobody fucking with me I’m just being honest bro
It’s like I hear you but you still ain’t lout enough
The Golden Buddha