Sounwave - MAAD City Freeverse (Mags City) lyrics

[Intro] This town I run my n***a 315, that's my home my n***a FBC is what I rep my n***a Mags, b**h [Verse 1] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a flight, this here first cla** First you subtract all the phonies, add your money, simple math Never been a one to brag, I'm just speaking from my past First I f** her then I dash, guess I'm learning from my dad This right here is tragic, flowing like a savage Hey, they ain't talking cramps when they I say I be spazzing Plus that kush got a n***a eyes low [?] bumping and drive slow Satan is my time hoe, what the f** you think I grind for Since a youngin' I was always told get them bucks Said her life ain't been the same since (bleep) and me have f**ed But it's looking like I made it, the key to this is patience If ya'll started from the bottom, I guess I started from the basement Homie, why you always hating, mean-muggin with all them faces Half my homies [?], other half caught some cases But my brody doing well, so you know they making bail If they saying I ain't hot, guess it's because I'm raising hell Like, the old man or should I say amen Since Jesus left this earth, I ain't fear a man Faded behind up in the club, b**hes doing the rain dance So that's racks and racks, and that's a fact Scream out "who that?", they yelling that's Young Mags And that's a damn shame these chicks don't know my damn name FBC OE, you n***as all know my campaign I'm riding around on my side of town, that's the [?] b**h, so you heard this These lames get on my nerves but I make all these lames nervous So back up before my n***as start to act up, you get clapped up Then wrapped up, then packed up, then shipped off Watch me as I lift off like Space Balls or Space Jams All these bars up in the booth, feeling like I'm caged in Trunk sounds like a caveman, ba** that he's just banging Got this critics on their toes like I'm screaming hang ten (Lean) Well surfs up, I'm bout' to join that surf club Bad b**hes catering, it's only right they serve us My n***as ain't no joke, it's something you outta know If you f** around with them f** arounds you get hold up, n***a Tell Bravo to roll up n***a Trying to smoke that sticky 315 be my home but also know as Mags City, muhf**a