Cymba - Magnolia Lyrics

Gang!

Baby I'm not from the Nola
You know that

Baby I'm not from the Nola
You know that I'm from Magnolia
I came from sleeping on sofas
These niggas really don't know us
I get this shit out my soul
Baby my heart is so cold
My first day I poured a 4
Making a living off words that I wrote

Trappin ain't easy
Straps for the defense
Shots to the body
Will leave yo ass leaking
Im from the jack
But I'm here for the weekend
If you the congregation then I'm the deacon
Don't push my limits
I'm close to the deep end
F*ck with the gang
Then I know why they reachin
F*ck on a bitch
The I'm out
Ion need them
We in the streets
But I know that you creepin

Im tryna run up the bands
I make a hit wit my hands
Cook up the dope for the fans
Free my niggas
While they up in the can
I'm the club booted
You don't know what's in my cup
I feel like I had enough
Now that I'm out
You know that it's up

Yeah yeah I'm going fed
Bend that ass over
While I grip her head
Send me a message
I heard what you said
Speak on my name
And you meeting the tech

Monster monster
Smoking on this mf ganja,ganja
Put in my lungs I'm a Rasta , Rasta
Cooking up a beat
Like I'm whipping up some pasta,pasta
I might go to sleep
Not tomorrow

You want the space
I wanna RAF
We can't relate
Then it's too late
F*ck on a fan
Meet in the bay
Jump in a whip
Fly off the stage

Baby I'm not from the Nola
You know that I'm from Magnolia
I came from sleeping on sofas
These niggas really don't know us
I get this shit out my soul
Baby my heart is so cold
My first day I poured a 4
Making a living off words that I wrote

Rasta Rasta
Twisted up my hair now
I'm a Rasta Rasta
People knew I grew up as a toddler
No father
Just a young cymba
No Mufasa
Why you playing sleep
Playing possum

Now I'm in the jungle
Catching bodies
Bitch
I am problem
Got it out the mud
Nigga i Ain't have a option
I Came up from McDoubles
And Sonic
Now I'm eating shrimp and
Eating lobste

I got the plug on the line
She send me a sign
I'm breaking her spine
Baby you one of kind
Baby you one of a kind

She wanted a bag
A whole lotta cash
My nigga I had to go get it (Go get it)
I ran it up fast
My foot on the gas
And I'm on yo ass let's get it

I'm on yo ass hoe
We cooking up dope in the lab so
The junkies gone beat the back do
I'm never gone slow up my cash flow
My timing is perfect
That's facts bro
I'm catch a play in the 4 door
The mas ho
And it's fast tho
I might have invested my last 4

Baby I'm not from the Nola
You know that I'm from Magnolia
I came from sleeping on sofas
These niggas really don't know us
I get this shit out my soul
Baby my heart is so cold
My first day I poured a 4
Making a living off words that I wrote

Baby I'm not from the Nola
You know that I'm from Magnolia
I came from sleeping on sofas
These niggas really don't know us
I get this shit out my soul
Baby my heart is so cold
My first day I poured a 4
Making a living off words that I wrote