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King Magnetic
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Marco Polo!
It's the King Magnetic
Everything's a Gamble, Volume 3
Let's go!
It sound like Green remix through a Canadian
Whether fifty heads in the club or in a stadium
Remain radiant, insane radius
The same shady alias the Spain ladies get
Lame debate if you talking about Mag
I talk with my hands, put the vault in the bag
This is assault, and a stab wound that'll never heal
Come and see a mil without a record deal
Forget to steal, Mag'll smack swag off you
Lay you down, coroner zip the bag off you
Rip the tag, place it on your brother's boots
The black cover the white, like my mother's roots
Blotter with you stupid, allow me to introduce
The producer that slaps some chops without computers
Come across ya, gonna assault ya
Standing on your neck while you screaming "Marco Polo" underwater
Come on!
Screw you if you wanna doubt me
Who you? I barely give a fuck about you
The only thing above me is my kids
People playing God everywhere a brother live
Come on! Screw you if you wanna doubt me
Who you? I barely give a fuck about you
The only thing above me is my kids
People playing God everywhere a brother live
The most ridiculous version of Mr. Certain
Independent, ball game, liquid detergent
Quick and it's urgent, pick a diversion
Liquor excursion, kicking and squirming, victim of bourbon
Hiccup the bourbon, throw up the rum
Loaded the gun, hoping K's older my son
Jail in pick, the way I diss Rover chick
Drinking six packs on the road, I been holding it
Noah on the dock, I bring the ox in
Giraffe neck and my stash weapon, they half-stepping
That's what the cops is, I make doctor money
Making mosh pits, and pulling vodka bunnies
A lot of people do the same but they lame in life
Have the kids, I'm self-centered but the aim is right
Hustle verse habit doesn't seem to compare
It's calm air, I put a lot of G's in the air, nigga
Screw you if you wanna doubt me
Who you? I barely give a fuck about you
The only thing above me is my kids
People playing God everywhere a brother live
Come on! Screw you if you wanna doubt me
Who you? I barely give a fuck about you
The only thing above me is my kids
People playing God everywhere a brother live
Stop dealing with these artificial motherfuckers
It ain't this mainstream against underground neither
It's hip-hop! This is bullshit
I'd rather hear Nelly than some of y'all niggas, man
Shit is bullshit anymore, son
Y'all niggas talking all this gun clap lyrical miracle shit
Go and punch a nigga when he violate, man
Get your weight up!