KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz - Blue Magic lyrics

Nahmean, I was in county jail on a pay phone
I was on a pay phone with BET
Closing a seven figure deal
Tiff had me on a three-way, you know
I say that to say this
My mind state is get it
By any dreams necessary, you feel me?

I swear to god, I put my rep on it
I give it you raw, never stepped on it
I give it to you free, whole hundred pack
(Blue) cuz I knew once you tasted it
That you be coming back
It’s Blue Magic, what could fuck with that?
Blue Magic like a dodgers snap trucker hat
You dissing on the internet, what was that?
Niggas love to run their yap on a fuckin App
We was moving white but now that’s
What we be moving music like
People are assuming I’m booming soon as my
Listen to the music you’re doing
That shit is super light
Listen to the music we’re doing
That shit for Pookie pipe
I remember Paris nights with Yaowa
Freestyling in front of the Eifel Tower
Haters watch the presidential watch
Call it the white eyes in hours
Got the Cig ready to light the sour
When I snipe you cowards
Soon as the weapon’s lifted up
You gon be needing professor Griffith
Chuck to fight the power
Mafia shit this life of ours
Could bust on your wife
Nah fuck a bridal shower
I ain't got plans to touch a man’s wife
Get a lil grey in your beard
You understand life i’m aging like fine wine
And I’m tired of hearing your lies rhyme
We used to rock thermals
Running away from cops as we hopped hurdles
Now we drop in convertible
Tops rocking turtles i jot journals
Ignoring the clock cuz I’m nocturnal
Some of my squad ain't in
The picture no more, crop circle
Respectfully

Respect my brother
Always pouring your heart and
Soul into this shit
When it’s real you can’t fake it
Can’t fake it man

I was going to wait to write this verse
I got a migraine
But, I know god don’t make mistakes
So here go my pain mD 20
20 blackberry cisco in night train
In ninth grade skipping my train stop
The hoogie I played with, was dangerous
We partied in them drug apartments
Turning up onyx, throwing guns in the air
Dancing on bloody carpets
No parents home they’re somewhere
Chasing that habit
Soon as they cope a feel or
Hit their vein it’s like magic
Every time I think of the shit
I escaped I feel panic if you ain't from it
You wouldn’t understand it
Like newyorkrican Spanish people vanish
My nigga was leaving jail and
Hurts to tell you soon as he touched down
One of them eagles landed
Years I survived inside a five block radius
Quick was my block alias before the Maybachs
It was white rocks and Nike socks
In my block cock daily
In case a nigga duck fades for one
Of his hot top as well
Let me reflect a moment
I remember staring in the projects mirror
Pretending that my neck had a necklace on it
Guess I was projecting I no
Longer see my neck
It’s like my chain got a hanging reflector
On it with a projector on it
This is how can be
This type of feeling’s Ben Simmons for three
It’s been missing my G
But, I’ve been assisting my G
From the west coast since we broke bread in
Front that Eifel Tower, french toast
I remember just trying getting the picture
Now lunch meetings make me six figure
Richer before getting to dinner
Just cuz the figures is bigger don’t mean
The deal is the best dawg
Sometimes the runts are the
Pick of the litter
But we shittin, ya’ll picking the litter