Magic* JID (Ft. Anycia)

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[Verse ?: JID]
I got plans, I got goals, I ain't playing about this shit
Niggas ain't talkin' bout throwin' no hands, cause niggas is sprayin' about this shit
I got my family, I got my fans, I been the man about this shit
If this ain't plan out, I ain't handlin' pans, I'm layin' outside your crib
Or in a damn van like I'm Jean-Claude Van Damme, this 40 got kicked
Put up a middle finger, scream fuck the world while my other hands on my dick
You ain't a killer y'all just a bunch of couple girls, all that complementin' nigga shit
Leave a comment or you leave it to me, I send you to another world with this stick
Magic wand put your work in my wrist
Magic Johnson, I'm sick with assists
Bron-Bron, when I shove it in the six
God's son, got the sun in my fist
God's son got a gun
Bet he pop it, you drop it and run
Ain't no stoppin' that lil' rocket in them Issey Miyake pockets
Niggas play with my pop it, he done
Nigga play with my partner, he'll do 'еm
Well, you must not know where wе from
Let the heat dump when you come in these slums
Came in the ski mask, he gon' leave slumped
Seen him at the repass niggas sleep on him
I catch a body, I catch a beat, huh
You a lil' pussy, nigga, let me see sum'
I can eat a rapper nigga Jeffery Dahm', wait