Magic

I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic Man bundle you in a car, and make you change your tariff I still remember when I lost my little cousin Arif Them days I was a child, saw dark clouds in the sky was the saddest Seen little youths laying in the coffin I don't understand how his mum used to cope, she must be solid And I'm out here still tryna hustle for the foreign Out here and the same things get horrid Sheets of soda mixed with boric acid Sticks and stones, they're lighting up their bones with the matches Clean run looking for the addicts, they already know who the baddest Telling lies, you should be embarrassed In this game I lose all my manners, the judge slapping hammers I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic Convicts taking trips and busses, no sweating Bagging food like it's rubbish, from start to finish It don't matter who's the biggest, cause I got my mind, got my riches I ain't never had no crutches But I got buasted, people I should've never trusted The fallen turned victim, ears closed and didn't want to listen Free from life, a man trapped in prison Caught enough, fully rocked through the scissors These dogs are vicious, cops with sniffers Trying to sniff out all the dirt that's hidden Aim for the head, that's the mission You got troops and diggers, shots for the hitters Choppers for the runners, clips for the gunners I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic I put food in a pot and make it vanish. You can call it magic Got bars put away in the loft that came down from the attic I'm sending hitters, I ain't sending bullets Cause family, I'm trying to live my life I ain't trying to lose my life over nothing Bare faced, no mask, I ain't hooded I'm into holding shanks, I ain't into holding grudges Point to where the plug is, I fill it up with sockets How you gonna carry on and live your life with empty pockets Eyes on my money, mind on my riches punks turn into victim, repent every day Cause all I know is sinning