Magic Don Lon

Lyrics

[Intro] Paid Uh, this rich and dangerous shit a lifestyle, hey (Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh) [Verse] All my hoes went sour on me, I couldn't even blame 'em 'Cause I'll switch the underwear the same way I change 'em But if it wasn't Instagram, you ain't on famous Probably wouldn't give a damn and treat me like the lamest And I done had a rapper bitch and had one of them singers And I done had a bottom bitch who bring me in that paper But she went and paid a lot of pimps and I am not a hater I'm not Captain Save Her, but I'll see ya later Magic Don Lon, before we goin' broke, we pullin' capers Took the bustdown, bust it down phones with the mayor What's the iCloud? I ain't signed to Ghazi or a major Straight underground, me and big bro the only label Both teacher out, they love me down in Florida like a Gator Like I'm soul pound, they love me out in Oakland like a Raider East of Ghostown Only love when you doin' favor, have you bowtied Thinkin' that they gon' return the favor, but they ghost now How the fuck you think you obligated 'cause I'm on now? How the fuck the opps always blame us when they bro died? How the fuck these grown bitches fainted when we locked eyes? It ain't normal, this rich and dangerous shit really a lifestyle Huh Hey This rich and dangerous shit really a lifestyle (Lifestyle, huh) Hey This rich and dangerous shit really a lifestyle Fuck a handout, gassed the rental up Same route, different house, nigga say I ain't clutch (Wow, huh) Welcome to the life of the young, rich and dangerous Well, we fuck hoes, rock ice and whip 'caine up Welcome to the life for the young, rich and dangerous I'm breakin' bad in real life Black Walter White, know this shit is skill, right? You cook it wrong, they kill you, right? And it's brazy that I never passed a science class But I can turn seven grams to a half Reing up forty every week and I don't split the tab And I'm still with the family like I fuck with Fatt Still sip lean and pop beans, I'm higher than giraffes The opps and this Fetty Wap both be catchin' jabs Them niggas that you think killers was our punching bags (Pussy), huh Huh, them pussy-ass niggas you think killers was our punching bags And the system took most of my niggas, huh Man, they should've wore them ski masks, huh You be trickin' on them bitches? Huh The same hoes that I teabagged All my hoes went sour on me, I couldn't even blame 'em 'Cause I'll switch the underwear the same way I change 'em Bitch, you wouldn't fuck with me if I don't famous Bitch, probably treat me like the lamest Bitch I done fucked a rapper bitch and fuck one of them singers I done had a bottom bitch who bring me in that paper, huh She went and paid a lot of pimps, but I am not a hater I am not I'm not Captain Save Her Bye, see you later I'm Magic Don Lon