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Back Mr. Magic City 2 by AI Composer

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Back Mr. Magic City 2

Hip-Hop

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I′m back Mr. Magic City Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
I′m back Mr. Magic City Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead
You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that money
You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money
The Feds outside and they checking this tag But still the boy move with a hell of a swag
It's like the soundtrack to my life Every day I′m under investigation
But I will not stop so you can stop the hating What more can I say it's like my gift and
my curse To fell or succeed I don′t know what's worse
I don′t know what's worse Agents trying to find a glitch on Matrix
One slip and I′m back to the basics Red or blue pill what would you do?
When the same niggas you love got hate in they blood
I know God′s watching over me so is the Feds When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ All that I've done will you protect my life?
I′m back miss the Magic City Blow I′ll cull your rhyme
If I make it rain on your forehead You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that
money You woulda thought I had a plan the way I
throw that money
I′m back miss the Magic City Blow I′ll cull a rhyme
If I make it rain on your forehead You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that
money You woulda thought I had a plan the way I
throw that money
I′m back miss the Magic City Blow I′ll cull a rhyme
If I make it rain on your forehead You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that
money You woulda thought I had a plan the way I
throw that money
I′m back miss the Magic City Blow I′ll cull a rhyme
If I make it rain on your forehead You woulda thought a fan the way I blow that
money You woulda thought I had a plan the way I
throw that money
Shrieks of thins I′m nothing like my rim it right
in thirty eyes and joys be a hope in my pen man and me
hope in my head everybody just wipe down we can keep me in the beach yet the end of
things done