Magic Hour AZ (Ft. CL Smooth)

[Intro: AZ]
Yeah... poet, politician, playa when necessary
This is AZ, I'm your host for the evening
It's Magic Hour... how we gonna do this?

[Verse 1: AZ]
No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you bastards, 30 grand on the pinky
Respect, finesse movements like your hands in graffiti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi
It's truth holds galore, rose gold, clothes galore
Take paper 'til they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more
And the sex is phantasm
Flow, campaigns 'em
Dough, can't change 'em
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught
I came to enforce, all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts
Scorch and stand if you're short, so of course
Just to chill and conversate, kneel and salaam alaik
Millions I'm trying to chase, illin' from out the gate
Get it right my feelings is not awake
Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix
The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit
So testin' is wrong 'cause once guns is drawn, that's it
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come
So, peace to that he's back nigga, one...