Earvin Magic Johnson

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising

I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it

I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison

I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in

Shout to Rae and Ghost

Can it be all so simple? One of my favorite quotes

From 42nd Street, days of pimps wearing suede loafs

That McDonalds is still there where we had to trade blows

Then I stood on stages, Australia on occasion

Country Club, House of Blues, stadium status, hands wavin'

Hip-Hop 50 celebration, funny we the same age and

We just keep on getting iller, word to Heavy, word to Dilla

Word to Hev, word to Dilla

Milk D, I'm top billin', cooked in soul, grandma's skillet

And they rearrange my quotes, try to make me out the villain

Have you jammed up like what you spread on toast

Here's a dose of that interesting poetry others wishing they wrote

We don't smell y'all smoke, you should try a different approach

Word to Hev, word to Dilla

Overweight pockets for my niggas 'til the scales tippin', get it?

On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising

I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it

I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison

I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in

(Only built for Cuban links)

I can't trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in

(Only built for Cuban links)

I can't trust you built for none of this unless we tied in

Family ties, squad ties, money ties

Suit and ties, shoes tied, ready to ride, choose a side

Thought I told you all the time that we was surfin'

And you know I'm down for my niggas, free C-Murder

Fuck the chat, you know that I'm 'bout my mathematics

When you run up mad numbers, yeah, that's when they get the maddest

Acrobatics with the alphabets, I gave out Pateks

And I gave out Rollies and new Ranges to the baddest

Plus I wear the scars from the streets, ducking the mark of the beast

I know some brothers doin' life, they say, "Nas talkin' for me"