KE on the Track - Magic (Dedication 4) lyrics

[Verse 1: Flow] Ah.. Pop another percocet My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect Highway to heaven Bow! Where the f** the chauffeur at? These n***as softer than the pillows on my sofa set I'm fighting myself cause I don't see no competition I don't write, I draw that pistol make your face a composition So please walk away before we stomp your a** Everyday is halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed The ones you think your friends is really your haters So just do me a favor.. and don't do me no favor All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple I put this together, I could've been a construction worker n***as looking funny, well I'm just getting blunted And everybody's wondering if I'm really with Young Money Well is a pig's p**y pork? Do bears be sh**tin' In the woods and wipe they a** with a rabbit when they finish? Turn my swagger super mean but my b**hes bad too And my flag bright red but Lortab blue, Oop! Isn't it ironic I tell Tunechi pa** the chronic Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb b**h, I do what I do like the groom Looking d**h in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips I'm so faded my n***a I'm bout to disappear in this b**h Like poof, there go my roof Pow, there go my hammer Come around here stuntin', get jacked like O'Lantern Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches If the best things in life are free then why the f** we pay attention? Uh, pockets on nine-months, I go dumber than a dunce Two many pills, too many blunts Two b**hes named such-and-such It's Young Money we out chea, we turnt up bout that life My pockets fat like Jack Black - If I go broke, I'mma jack whites My b**h bad as f** n***a, my goons bout that trigger play Murk one of these soft n***as, now I'm in court for a pillow case This is the magic show but Tune ain't no trick ho f** n***as no Chris Stokes, it's me, flow, D4 Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon She swallowed all my kids, b**h we could of had a family The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish Smoke fire, spit fire Puff the magic dragon Tunechi! D4 ho Future f** with me!