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My game getting hot
Like a latte with the foam
I been around the globe, yeah
But, Mama, I'm coming home
The FaceTime is money
I got a schedule for my phone
My baseline ain't budging, nah
So take ya budget head on home
Look, I been writing and living this
Y'all are just ventriloquists
You don't really live for it
No handles, need to get a grip
No candles, never get 'em lit
I'll call em out, we on they heads like pigeon shit
We hittin' targets, then we aiming again
It was written, saw it coming like a change in the wind
Y'all at practice, you just playing pretend
Nowadays, we don't play 'til the payment is in, amen

Refrain
I worked my hands to the bone to get here
No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own
No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors
I took my time and turned it into gold

Chorus
See, I ain't never had it
Now I'm makin' it appear and it's clear everything I do is magic
Yeah, all I do is rap, get stacks, man, the shit is automatic
And I ain't gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic
Everything I do is magic

Post-Chorus
Get the fuck outta my way Get the fuck outta my way
You know that I celebrate You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the fuck outta my way Get the fuck outta my way
Get the fuck outta my way Get the fuck outta my way
You know that I celebrate You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave Y'all just be riding my wave
Get the fuck outta my way, ayy Get the fuck outta my way

Verse 2: Gab
Oh yup, I'm 'bout to go up
When I get started like Casey Carter, I promise you I'ma blow up
I'm Osama the bomba, Cartagena the Don
Niggas defending my honor, and that's real shit
I can go from real chill to real nigga real quick
It don't take much for me to detonate the kill switch
Roll my own blunts just to separate ya bullshit
Keep the tool kit for them niggas talking foolish
Who this It's that bitch that you love to hate
Always on the scene like a cutaway
Gettin' to the green, ain't no other way
It's all up in my DNA, ayy-ayy
Hustle harder than I ever have
I was kitty corner to the cul-de-sac
Started from the bottom near the lower half
Never plan on going back
Baby, I'ma need a quarter sack just to call you back, yeah

Chorus
See, I ain't never had it
Now I'm makin' it appear and it's clear everything I do is magic
Yeah, all I do is rap, get stacks, man, the shit is automatic
And I ain't gotta worry, 32 up on the jersey, call me magic
Everything I do is magic

Post-Chorus
Get the fuck outta my way Get the fuck outta my way
You know that I celebrate You know that I celebrate
Y'all just be riding my wave Y'all just be riding my wave
So get the fuck outta my way Get the fuck outta my way
Get the fuck outta my way Get the fuck outta my way, yeah
You know that I celebrate You know that I celebrate, ayy
Y'all just be riding my wave Y'all just be riding my wave
Get the fuck outta my way, ayy Get the fuck outta my way, ayy, yeah

Verse 3: Iamsu
David Copperfield in the field, got Magic
My shot nothing but the net like Dragic
Jordan 1 fragments, I can't be stagnant
Special cloth alert, it costs for these fabrics
I got passion and drive to be great
Why you hatin', but you smile in my face
Yeah, Off-White on my waist
Hear a beat levitate, ball like Kobe, number 8
Writing hits since the playground
Can somebody tell the top I'm on my way now
Grew up in a great town, now I got the keys
Living in the dirty, but I'm hopping out clean
Saint Laurant jeans, respect my queens
And I won't pass it if you ain't on my team
I ain't signed to Ye, but I'm getting out dreams
Heartbreak gang plus eyes on me

Refrain
I worked my hands to the bone to get here
No one showed me the ropes, I learned 'em on my own
No miracles, no smoke, no mirrors
I took my time and turned it into gold

Outro
See, I ain't never had it