Magia - Fredfades, Chester Watson

Famous as fuck, still broke

Only eighteen, I guess there’s still hope for me

And the enemy, I guess a need a steel toe shorty where she at?

Probably at home studies dark magic rituals, we got attached after ???

And ee gon die together high as fuck in the crib

We on acid, not on 27 club, at the crib, no sleep

Niggas always up on the ???

And I get it, how I live on the edge of existence

My last girl, on the edge of forgiveness

Everybody else, on their edge of their seats

Waiting on the next heat like i drop a new template

Every beat in my ???

rememberence, is very discrete

My ninja, you can tell by the feet and the fleece, all black

But you might smell the weed

Approachin' ???

on the ???

I’m floatin' high as fuck and the trees ???

I wrote this mad sober on the ???

Black table glass coasters from our brews on

And when i’m wavy i know i’m closer to the moon

And even though i’m sationarty, feel the oceans move

200 on the sneakers, they adidas, gotta google them

Don’t do no features, sell some beats, and catch me coolin' then

And if you know me, know my catchphrase is fuck that

And it ain’t changed, since the nigga copped the bus pass

And that’s a while back

Runnin' through my dreams, run a mile backwards

But i skate, and mikey’s at the ball course, i drew my face on a chalk board

Back in the days, when my face was’nt on tour

Like when i was in Fader, gettin' encored

But fuck it, I’m bored