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black mag - never play'd lyrics
[verse 1 – black mag]
feeling the mood so i k!lled it, turn on my k!ll switch every time i lane switch
nate dogg a backwood so influential, emotional rappers they be so sentimental
and they weak sound like meek at his peak and i’m drake, i be on my shit eat a rapper on the plate
it ain’t atl my nigga i gotta skate, i don’t write no more with the flow i penetrate, reality show watching big gossip ricky lake
funny how niggas got b-tch tendencies
i hit ya b-tch real quick then i blow a bong rip, mag drop a track you know that the song trip
and i be on my own shit what the fuck is rules?
selling weed in 8th grade, juggin outta school
teachers constantly ask what i wanna do
i’m a hustle boy steal and flip shoes
flip phone keep me low so you know i’m cool, gas low fluid man niggas know i fuel
and i ain’t gotta brag nigga and i always been it i ain’t never play’d tag nigga
and when you hear my flow most convinced i got a ghost writer, i don’t believe in ghosts got the gas like a lighter
my similes cause enemies, my metaphors might cause a war
my punchlines is a lunch line, niggas stand in line to eat nigga while i’m gettin mine
hennessy sipper my nigga i don’t fuck with wine, brown drink in my red plastic
yall wear cheetah print think ya high fashion, kinda sus man interest it be clashing
lyrical -ss-ssin ( do i hear something coming on )
this another breakdown breakdown what you say now?
yall niggas is red nose, straight clowns
i’m a pick those, know my shit goes
ain’t no time for no half -ss rappers only real mc’s my peas be asparagus, really no comparison
i ain’t sharing not a b-tch or a bar, ironically this selfish shit got me kinda far
i need a b-tch with curly hair, tats, play guitar
y’all be on jv, i jump straight to var
never played golf but a nigga up to par
got a pair in the air ‘case a b-tch not aware of the lyrics that ain’t fair
split a tire not a spare, climb the ladder not the stairs, i need all of my shares
no splittin’ i’m shittin’ and you admittin’ you better than mag… blasphemy
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