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like magic - chy cartier lyrics

[intro]
bap
(it’s gdubz, baby)

[verse 1]
you gotta listen to my rhymes a couple times
to really understand, i over plan, i overthink
i really think it saved me from a lot
this generation weird
it’s like i saw this sh*t coming, i’m not shocked, i’m so prepared
before uptown, we was in the hood then
batty and bench like i thought you was my good friend
but, you was comin’ ’round for all the info
together,we supposed to be on top
so how you end up as a opp?
you let the hate revoke your spot
no new friends, please, don’t call mе, “sis,” i’m not your kin, ho
and please, don’t push my b*tton
’cause you know mе and i’m stubborn
your bridge, fam, i burn that
no, it ain’t no comebacks, i don’t even deal with most my cousins
and they hear i’m gettin’ big
so the ones i’ve never met start comin’ out the woodworks all of a sudden
my nanny gettin’ older, that’s the reason that i’m on go
i need my money pr*nto
i’m the topic, haters need to have a convo’
you do all the cussin’ and be bluffin’, i can tell you ain’t on nothin’
i know what i’m on, you ain’t on a thing at all
i’ve been me always
from back to my school days, i was rappin’ in the dinner hall
prada, not wallabies
them b*tches wannabes, i’m who they wanna be
got them sayin’, “chy think she bougie, like, she don’t even follow me”
the ones that doubted now acknowledge me, but i want an apology
[chorus]
they ain’t on my level, they ain’t in my bracket
if i gave you my shoes, bet you couldn’t hack it
i get the brad and stack it, i get the bread and rack it
i run it up, i run it up, i make it look like magic
they ain’t on my level, they ain’t in my bracket
if i gave you my shoes, bet you couldn’t hack it
i get the brad and stack it, i get the bread and rack it
i run it up, i run it up, i make it look like magic

[verse 2]
i ain’t gotta justify, i’m so real
you ain’t get to hung ’cause you don’t know real
i ain’t got the time to really sit you down and teach
you don’t wanna work, you wanna leach
i ain’t signed no deal, they still can’t keep up
all these n*ggas havin’ kittens ’cause they’re cattin’ for attention
but they never get paid that
in a maybach, so laid back, kick my feet up
i don’t have to force it, it was written
i sort of could’ve been a author
mummy’s one daughter
and when i’m workin’, my goals i put my mugs by the quarter
my flow like water, my drip like water
crusin’ in the range, i’m just rememberin’ the corsa
speed off, forxa, they can’t catch this
no time fro labrish, that’s the reason they can’t match this
on the ‘net, they’re so bad, but not in real life
in real life, they’re catfish (bap*bap, bap)
[chorus]
they ain’t on my level, they ain’t in my bracket
if i gave you my shoes, bet you couldn’t hack it
i get the brad and stack it, i get the bread and rack it
i run it up, i run it up, i make it look like magic
they ain’t on my level, they ain’t in my bracket
if i gave you my shoes, bet you couldn’t hack it
i get the brad and stack it, i get the bread and rack it
i run it up, i run it up, i make it look like magic

[outro]
(it’s gdubz, baby)

- chy cartier lyrics

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