Oh-oh, oh, this is for you
You know?
The Rat and The Blessed (Haha)
The Prodigiez
It’s us, there won’t be another (Another)
Magic in the pockets when I float
I leave them broken (Broken), I leave them stunned (Haha)
It was because of Ziploc, not because I won the Baloto (You know?)
It’s us, there won’t be another (Hey)
Magic in the pocket when I float (Hahaha)
I leave them broken because it’s stunned
It was because of Ziploc, not because I won the Baloto
My life is magical, like a Ziploc bag
I float while others covet
Now there are many fans and life smiled (Haha)
I seem like a rock star now
Now it’s me who doesn’t answer (No)
The one controlling all the bets
I feel like Rothman blocking their shots (Haha)
And though I’m not Jordan, I still wear them
It’s not coincidence everything happening to me (Haha)
I’m not talking, the account is speaking
Doing well and the pockets billing
I’m living it, while you’re being told about it
You’re dull and I’m shining
Even though I have money, I’ll stay humble
Watch out for those girls winking at me
They love my watch, bracelet, and ring
It’s us, there won’t be another
Magic in the pockets when I float
I leave them broken, I leave them stunned
It was because of Ziploc, not because I won the Baloto
It’s us, there won’t be another
Magic in the pocket when I float
I leave them broken because it’s stunned
It was because of Ziploc, not because I won the Baloto
Feeling high, I put on my Nikes
Another might want to mission me
Powers in pink
It’s an adventure, I want to become monstrous
I arrive in the neighborhood, last a life
The crew knows I’m here to connect
Long live the power, with the diamonds
I carry medicine to inject
Today I brought out the devils because I have to get high
They’re like hyenas because they only want meat
They want to locate me, but I always move silently (Shh)
They want the current but failure
I’m a demon, and a devil to dance for me
I eat like a movie star, only send trailers
They want me to drop, but baby, come over
I’m in the Mercedes-Benz, not an InDriver anymore
The night is hot but my fingers are cold
She’s a hitwoman, I take millionaires for a ride
In the middle, Louis Vuitton, on my feet, Perseus’
And whenever I come around, they feel the shiver
(It’s us, there won’t be another)
420 Stiven, yeah
(It was because of Ziploc, not because I won the Baloto)
(It’s us, there won’t be another)
(It was because of Ziploc, not because I won the Baloto)
That’s it, my buddy, The Blessed
The Prodigiez, in any damn rhythm
Ave Maria, my love