Letra Black Magic - Styles, Angie Stone

Black Magic

Wha, wha yeah
It’s like a team over here daddy
One for all, and one for one
If it aint that then it aint right
If you be knowin that, you’ll be aight
My heart goes out to the homeless and poor
and my niggas in the bing that didn’t go to the board
wit a 25 to L on your back the shit is too cold
and for the kids that didn’t get they school clothes
For the gods that lost they earth
The world’s a song you’ll get it back you just lost your verse
It’s P verse the demons, that’s why I’m feenin for weed
Cuz I don’t wanna forfeit first
I could even bust my gun and do some office work
But I still wanna off this jerk
I can’t leave it out my rhymes
cuz it be part of my dreams, to see 20 porsches murk
Three houses for the family, two for the niggas
When I die I was true to the niggas
and I never practice voodoo
But it’s like Black Magic how I spit this fluid to niggas
HOW DO YOU GO ALL THIS WAY
MAINTAIN THROUGH ALL THIS STRESS AND PAIN
There’s gotta be a better way
There’s gotta be a better way yeah
If I should give up hope today
PLEASE WOULD YOU HELP ME FIND MY WAY
All I really want…
IS TO JUST REALIZE THAT WE CAN JUST GET HIGH YEAH, YEAH
Ask God when he stoppin the pain
A fiend got a shoelace on his arm and he poppin his vein
and the needle look dirty but I’m close to reaching thirty
and the only thing I know it’s a profit to gain
I might cry but I’m still cold
I might be cold but I still cry
and bottomline I’ma still die
I can see the doors openin now
I can see the ghost floatin around
That’s why P come down with the potenest sound
spit the shit that’ll open the ground
My third eye got a horoscope
So if you wanna know my horoscope, listen to the bars I wrote
Build and destroy
Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy
Cuz all I really want
Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a TAURUS
My whole life been a sacrifice
So if my nigga need my help he aint never gotta ask me twice
I’m the nigga you could kick it wit
You gotta spot you wanna rob I’m the nigga you could stick it wit
I’m in the studio, I’m droppin pain on the beat
I’m famous indeed, but those is two differences
They tryin to understand me, but I overstand 'em
I’m the flowin phanthom, til we blowin random
and to my corner niggas holdin cannons
that want the money and jewels and everything cuz we so demanding
To the hoes that think I’m handsome
that know a gangster when she see one ma, yeah money that’s the anthem
Callin niggas like that’s the ransom
you could take 'em you could leave 'em but your man aint a happy camper
If P flowin then that’s the cancer
Holiday the hottest shit point blank dog that’s the answer