Magic City - Deniro Farrar

No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it

No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it

Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence

The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me

No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it

No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it

Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence

The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me

Hit my knees and say a prayer when I wake up

Got a sweet tooth, I’ma get this cake up

Boy, these streets’ll really show you what you made of

Lil' mama bitchin' 'cause she wish that I would date her

I’m on a mission, got no time to be laid up

Face in the pillow, fuckin' up her makeup

Yeah, you might’ve got the pussy, but you paid up

I was starvin', now a nigga got his weight up

Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move

Ye ain’t ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes

Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool

Hard to tell who is who, a lot of these niggas fu'

A lot of these niggas fu', yeah a lot of these niggas flu

Nine times out of ten, prolly got a sour apple in the bunch

Listenin' to my spirit, if God give me a hunch

Fuck nigga, if you ever cross me, I’ma eat you for lunch

No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it

No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it

Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence

The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me

No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it

No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it

Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence

The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me

14 or 28, 36 for the 22

Young nigga get you outta here, for a couple racks they’ll finish you

Hard trustin' somebody, family did me dirty too

Stealin' out my fuckin' stash, you lucky I don’t murder you

Say your name ring bells, nigga, we ain’t ever heard of you

Tryna get straight with some work, if I don’t know you, I ain’t servin' you

Acetone in the white, Fentanyl in the dog food

Let you know when it touch down, don’t call me, I’ma call you

All this shit I seen got me traumatized

You can see the pain in a nigga eyes

Yeah, and I just made another run

Took the profit and invested in some more guns

Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move

Ye ain’t ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes

Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool

Fuck around, get your life snatched when you got a point to prove

No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it

No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it

Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence

The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me

No, I can’t leave the street alone, I gotta get it

No, I can’t leave my heat at home, I’m ridin' with it

Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence

The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me