Magic I I

[Verse 1: Troy Clausen] I still got the...magic Magic, yeah You won't regret it even though It's a different song I Still got The Magic,Magic Stick Magic yeah It's so magical don't you agree [Nalyd: HA! Magic Stick Part Two] I invented swag Poppin bottles, puttin supermodels in the cab Proof... I guess I got my swagger back, truth New watch alert, Hublot's Or the big face Roley, I got two of those Arm out the window through the city, I maneuver slow Cock back, snap back, see my cut through the holes [Verse 2: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Damn Clausen and Nalyd Where the hell you been? People actin' real reckless, stuntmen I adopted that monkey Rated Ex reference again I'm about to make them tuck there whole summer in They say I'm crazy, well I'm 'bout to go dumb again They ain't see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz Last week I was in my other other Benz Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another 'gain [Verse 3: Troy Clausen] Yeah, photo shoot fresh, lookin like wealth I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself Uh, live from the Mercer Run up on Nalyd the wrong way I might murk ya Flee in the G-450 I might surface Political refugee asylum can be purchased Uh, everything's for sale I got five passports, I'm never goin to jail [Verse 4: Nalyd Ecitsuj] I made "Brighter Days" I'm never goin to hell The mixtape Rated Ex, it's never goin on sale Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive I get it custom, you a customer You ain't 'custommed to goin through customs, you ain't been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the house got 'em showin off I'mma hit em' with the Magic Stick Should I? Naaaaaaaaaa! [Verse 5: Troy Clausen] Sippin' on kool-aid jammers Castro in cabanas Viva México, Cubano Dominicano, all the plugs that I know Drivin Benzes, with no benefits Not bad, huh? For some immigrants Build your fences, we diggin tunnels Can't you see we gettin money up under you? [Verse 6: Nalyd Ecitsuj] Can't you see the private jets flyin over you? Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Clausen do?" Clausens is chillin (uhh) Nalyd is chillin (uhh) What more can I say? (What more can I say?) We killin 'em Hold up, before we end this campaign As you can see we done bodied the damn lanes Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change And pray that all of their pain be champagne [Troy Clausen & Nalyd Ecitsuj] I GOT THE MAGIC x3 [Nalyd] HE GOT THE MAGIC!