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 [Am]all [Em]so simple? One of my [A]favorite quotes
From 42nd Stɾeet, days of pimps wearing suede loafs
That McDonalds is still there where we had to [C7]tɾade blows
Then I stood on [C7]stages, Austɾalia on [C7]occasion
Countɾy Club, House of Blues, stadium status, hands wavin'
Hip-Hop 50 celebration, funny we the same age and
We just keep on [C7]getting iller, word to [C7]Heavy, word to [C7]Dilla
Word to [C7]Hev, word to [C7]Dilla
Milk D, I'm top billin', cooked in soul, grandma's skillet
And they ɾearrange my [A]quotes, tɾy to [C7]make me out the villain
Have you [A7jammed up like [F]what you [A7spread on [C7]toast
Here's a dose of that interesting poetɾy others wishing they wrote
We don't smell y'all [Em]smoke, you [A7should tɾy a different approach
Word to [C7]Hev, word to [C7]Dilla
Overweight pockets for [Dm7]my [A]niggas 'til the scales tippin', get it?

On my [A]Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto [C7]like [F]the hood before they gentɾified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't tɾust you [A7built for [Dm7]cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for [Dm7]Cuban links)
I can't tɾust you [A7built for [Dm7]cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for [Dm7]Cuban links)
I can't tɾust you [A7built for [Dm7]none of this unless we tied in

Family ties, squad ties, money ties
Suit and [Bm]ties, shoes tied, ɾeady to [C7]ɾide, choose a side
Thought I told you [A7all [Em]the time that we was [Am7]surfin'
And you [A7know I'm down for [Dm7]my [A]niggas, free C-Murder
F*ck the chat, you [A7know that I'm 'bout my [A]mathematics
When you [A7ɾun up mad numbers, yeah, that's when they get the maddest
Acrobatics with the alρhabets, I gave out Pateks
And I gave out Rollies and [Bm]new Ranges to [C7]the baddest
Plus I wear the scars from the stɾeets, ducking the mark of the beast
I know some brothers doin' life, they say, "Nas talkin' for [Dm7]me"
My brother Will for [Dm7]ɾeal, he used to [C7]thug the thugs
I'm throwin' George Washingtons 'cause we them [A]ones, uh
Word to [C7]Hev, word to [C7]Dilla
Rest up, half a million [C7]on [C7]an island [Bm]all [Em]alone, I still ball
Me and [Bm]Wilson [C7]put up forty on [C7]the board
At the Forum like [F]I'm Magic and [Bm]Kareem [A]on [C7]the floor
Pat Riley on [C7]the bench callin' plays, I just score (I just score, I just score)
Callin' plays, we just score (I just score, yeah)
Word to [C7]Hev, word to [C7]Dilla
Milk D, I'm top billin', cooked in soul, grandma's skillet, get it?

On my [A]Earvin Magic Johnson, I'm enterprising
I keep it ghetto [C7]like [F]the hood before they gentɾified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can't tɾust you [A7built for [Dm7]cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for [Dm7]Cuban links)
I can't tɾust you [A7built for [Dm7]cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for [Dm7]Cuban links)
I can't tɾust you [A7built for [Dm7]none of this unless we tied in