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beat goes on... - mag (producer) lyrics

[verse 1: mag]
momma loved me
d raised me
streets made me
tiff saved me
all gravy
hope maybe
save babies from the struggle
avoid hollow tips with the muzzle
what they tell you
loose lips sink ships loose hips loosies painted on a crucifix
the hustle
say you nice well i’m proving it
living proof kids
you can come from the slums where the bums use cans for the heat
gets deep don’t dumb it down i did it now
did it how
style wow
child got his own
rolling stone sisyphus
system is ridiculous
reminisce over licorice sticks
throwing sticks and stones
my man e smoked bones in the fifth grade in a broken home with bad genes and some chromosomes

[hook: mag]
but the beat goes on
but the beat goes on

[verse 2: mag]
tryna’ trap me
attack me
i was chubby
g-ngb-ngers was at me
running through them doors
jim morrison my flaws because
i’ve never seen this side of the moon before
scared to leave the block
never moved before
late night ciphers
snipers shooting at strollers while momma changing the diapers
junior bedroom
sharing it with a lifer
writing ya’ name on the ceiling wit’ a lighter
this is my environment
i’m giving you the righter
way of doing things
take a trip
here’s your rider
couple of slim jim’s
notebooks for the writers
commissary notes getting filled up in riker’s
or maybe elmira u
upstate corrections
upstate connections
go across town
betta’ know your direction
cause them boys pull you over if they see your complexion

[hook: mag]
but the beat goes on
but the beat goes on

[verse 3: mag]
lifestyles of the rich and dyslexic
rolex’s lexus exes don’t get exit they pregnant
their eggs get frozen the method
chosen where the rest is
shoot where the breast is or don’t get arrested
stocks is invested
rather invest in vests
teflar
bet his shot now is way stronger than his heart
filling up a role you just playing up a part
plugging up the holes man tell me where you start
the flame been brewing you just looking for a spark
when it gets dark winter who do you pray to
tryna’ make due
they tryna’ break you
two sides to a story
true size they told me
no fingers can hold me
smoke lingers it only get lonely when
homies amongst us spread lies like munster
bad dreams k!lling yo idols and ya monsters
acting my life real tony’s and some oscars
self-esteem high
levis
remember my first pair of silk boxers
sick saw jigsaw puzzles in my brain
quick draw metaphors oxfords b-tton-ups proper
ignore the process
struggle through the process all for some shiny objects
hustlers now turning a prophet
peace to elijah mohammed

[hook: mag]
but the beat goes on
but the beat goes on

- mag producer lyrics

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