Madgic Mafia Music
[Intro]
Niggas just don't understand the story
Still out in this motherfucking project
Yeah, turn the-turn the mic up for me though one time
Turn that shit up, yeah
Yeah
Madlib fuckin' crazy bro
I'm doing a whole- we did this whole album in a f..ckin' night, dog
That's what's crazy
Whole album in a night, bruh
Egon was telling me how, Egon was telling me the real story about how, uh, he had dropped off these CD's to Kanye's engineer
I don't even know if we can say that
When Kanye tweeted that shit he was like "Yo, Madlib just dropped off a bunch of CD's and the beats
It was f..ckin' Egon bro, that's the man behind the MadGic right there
Yo, f..ck...
Y'all thought I was gonna rap, right?
Nah, when you f..ckin' with Madlib you gotta f..ck him up
They think you comin' in
Ayo, check it, I been on the...
Here it is right here
[Verse 1]
Fuck the bullshit, we out here getting money and more shit
I used to steal from Target and so did GameStop
Leave you like Leo in Departed, you better f..ckin' stop
Mafia music, I live the life, I don't choose it
No I could never abuse it
It chose me, I don't refuse it
Retired but I'm rapping everyday, I can't lose it
Man, I love when my wife f..ck slow after a night of tequila and some Nobu cut roll, uh-oh
You know the boy too cut throat
I'm high on life, f..ck though
But I might sip a scotch while the haters get hot
Fuck you, kick rocks like
[Interlude]
Yeah, smoke it if you got it
[Verse 2]
Pull up in a whip, feeling good, feeling out the hood
Finally getting money like a real one should
I'ma take a sip, get a little lit
Back in a bit, meditate, I think I should
No we ain't friends, got me on ten
Picking up the pen, got a homie doing life in the pen
Run it back, run it right back like a running back
I remember running with heater in the backpack
One time coming for the boy, sitting and avoid
Never had a family to fill this void
[?] if I said it it's real
Never had shit, never got shit
Never had cable, I couldn't never watch shit
Now we on top bitch, put it on God bitch
Your shit garbage, better pay homage
[Interlude]
Ayo, alright
[Verse 3]
Jonah Hill just interrupted me at dinner to tell me he was a really big fan, god damn
Yo, tell me what is my life, fam
He started rapping my shit, I started clapping and shit
Legacy records, we coming straight back to this bitch, uh
Guess you can say I got the money ball
They say when it rains it pours, look at this money fall, yeah
New York City on a Tuesday
I'm the reincarnated Sinatra, f..ck what you say
Ayo, my C-notes run long like Luciano Pavarotti
Once you on my level everybody claim illuminati
Experience the D and she go body
Good girl but love to get naughty probably
Fifty M's, I got fifty M's
But lowkey I remember when
Couldn't afford bus money to chill with my friends
I used to rock the low top, now it's high-end
Ellen DeGeneres is my friend
Might pull a muscle from all this flexing
Me and J.J. Abrams just got finished texting
Yo, ayo, before I hit the session, life is such a blessing
Sonning these rappers like a father in confession
Shorty say "Go deep" like Hail Mary
Step in the booth and I ain't messing
Grip the mic, I'm the rudest
Run up on me, watch me whip out the piece like a Buddhist
[Outro]
Keep it rockin'
