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Melo-x - God Magic lyrics
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I remember there was a time When I would spit a rhyme And nobody would hear it Nobody pay no mind But now I write a song that will change somebody’s life So I call myself god, the feeling is so divine I’m, creating my destiny, so there ain’t no ends for me Seeing that the stress could be, simply just a test for me A lot of niggas feel like they know what my best could be But I know I feel right, when I do what’s best for me And I got the recipe, the hood know that I’m cooking The whole industry looking at the shows that we been booking Niggas head overseas, to get head overseas But I head over there to get bread Please believe, it’s the god magic, No static, but got the fabric I got to have it Headed to the city at a young age Little nigga only tryina get paid Got family laying in the cold grave So I gotta make the cut like I hold spades Cut the streets are hard, and that ain’t my job Make beats so hard, that the speakers nod And the crowd will start swaying from side to side Singing my melodies like la la la And that feeling is so damn good People starting to recognize me in my hood Because I’ve got, my name spread And they playing my wongs at weddings To steppin to my blessin as I knew they could It’s the god magic, No static, but got the fabric I got to have it I got to have it, I got, I got to have it I got to have it, I got, I got to have it I got to have it, I got, I got to have it It’s the god magic, No static, but got the fabric I got to have it Reminiscin on the day thay I almost died Life flash before my eyes Yeah I was 9, I know, I barely lived But shit, I nearly died Water source to rise, corried in my eyes Little sister cried But my mama jumped in, saved me These are the reason why a nigga going crazy Cause I realized ain’t no way to repay that lady So I gotta do the most till I’m ghost like swayze But it’s hard to stack checks with stress from irs Gotta pay taxes, school loans is at your neck Bills gotta be paid, not getting laid Plus getting laid off to work like a slave Nah, now a nigga gotta own hist masters Flow a little faster, gotta get that cash up Bring the beat, bet it’s getting mashed up Massacre, bet the nigga leave the booth, the handcuffs That’s what’s up It’s the god magic, No static, but got the fabric I got to have it I got to have it, I got, I got to have it I got to have it, I got, I got to have it I got to have it, I got, I got to have it It’s the god magic, No static, but got the fabric I got to have it