Текст (слова) песни: Styles f Angie Stone - Black Magic

 
[Angie Stone in background] 
You... 
 
Wha, wha yeah 
It`s like a team over here daddy 
One for all, and one for one [let it flow, flow, flow... ahh yeah...] 
If it aint that then it aint right 
If you be knowin that, you`ll be aight 
 
[Verse 1] 
My heart goes out to the homeless and poor 
and my niggas in the bing that didn`t go to the board 
wit a 25 to L on your back the shit is too cold 
and for the kids that didn`t get they school clothes 
For the gods that lost they earth 
The world`s a song you`ll get it back you just lost your verse 
It`s P verse the demons, that`s why I`m feenin for weed 
Cuz I don`t wanna forfeit first 
I could even bust my gun and do some office work 
But I still wanna off this jerk [shit...] 
I can`t leave it out my rhymes [why] 
cuz it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk 
Three houses for the family, two for the niggas 
When I die I was true to the niggas [true soldier] 
and I never practice voodoo 
But it`s like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to niggas 
 
[CHORUS: Angie Stone] 
How do you move on his way 
When taking all this stress and pain 
There`s gotta be a better way 
There`s gotta be a better way yeah 
If I should give up hope today 
P won`t you help me find my way 
All I really want... 
Is to live my life so we can just get high yeah, yeah 
 
[Verse 2] 
Ask God when he stoppin the pain 
A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin his vein 
and the needle look dirty but I`m close to reaching thirty 
and the only thing I know it`s a profit to gain 
I might cry but I`m still cold 
I might be cold but I still cry 
and bottomline I`ma still die 
I can see the doors openin now 
I can see the ghost floatin around 
That`s why P come down with the potenest sound 
spit the shit that`ll open the ground [crack the ground] 
My third eye got a horoscope [see it all] 
So if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote 
Build and destroy 
Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy 
Cuz all I really want [what] 
Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a toy 
 
[CHORUS] 
 
[Verse 3] 
My whole life been a sacrifice 
So if my nigga need my help he aint never gotta ask me twice 
I`m the nigga you could kick it wit 
You gotta spot you wanna rob I`m the nigga you could stick it wit 
I`m in the studio, I`m droppin pain on the beat 
I`m famous indeed, but those is two differences 
They tryin to understand me, but I overstand `em 
I`m the flowin phanthom, til we blowin random 
and to my corner niggas holdin cannons 
that want the money and jewels and everything cuz we so demanding 
To the hoes that think I`m handsome 
that know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that`s the anthem 
Callin niggas like that`s the ransom 
you could take `em you could leave `em but your man aint a happy camper 
If P flowin then that`s the cancer 
Holiday the hottest shit point blank dog that`s the answer 
 
[CHORUS] - 2X
 

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