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Street dreams turn the nightmares it's too fantastic stacking paper boy I hustle with the tactics life's a game of chest make a move it ain't magic caught a case now the system feeling tragic got to rewrite the script you making small moves I make mine galactic hitting like a Golden glove moving like player with grudge flexing on the block you have to keep it elastic move the brick keep it sporadic systematic one wrong move lying in the casket so you better be able to blast it in this racket made it out the mud now I'm living magic with the ghost of my past man it's all rap mathematic White noise causing static one minute beginning for fame the next wishing it never came but the game hit the brain hypnotic dirty money spins easy so you stay on it they say flaunted if you got it but not if you robbed it