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Unknown T (Ft. Loyle Carner) – Hocus Pocus Lyrics

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Unknown T (Ft. Loyle Carner) – Hocus Pocus Lyrics

[Intro: Unknown T]
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[Verse 1: Unknown T]
Hocus pocus, I was broke and had to focus on my own shit
The burden tried to pit me as a culprit
Got a lot of pasta on my shoulders
Heavy karma and I know this
‘Cah truce said we slapped up the olders
We was money hungry, now it’s dirty money to my chaffeur
I see the nigga scream out [?] settle, he’s a joker
I’m a rebel she don’t know ‘cah the gun bless her
I can’t tell her that I drip, it give her blood pressure
Cock back and undress her
Fiddle with my finger, I’m a gun presser
She lovеs to argue and she loves to lеcture
Back and forth and now she talkin’ ’bout I don’t impress her
On my neck, she only askin’ did I fuck Vanessa
These goodies while my cheddar, can’t trip me ’cause I’m clever
My old ting just on top and I call her beretta
My new ting got mistreated so I had to take her
I told my young bucks to gwuan check her

[Chorus: Unknown T]
(Look)
Hocus pocus, I was broke and had to focus (Look)
Time to up’ the ‘Gram, we don’t need associates (Look)
Hocus pocus, I ain’t feedin’ no more vultures
We’re soldiers

[Verse 2: Loyle Carner]
Shit
You’re hocus pocus, I ain’t dipping in no focus
At twenty-five, I can’t rely on any olders
Yo, I’m back still
Bed’s a little weight off my shoulders
It didn’t take me long to know that I’m the coldest
Now I got it, like the fucking sun
On any track I’m on, sweet like a Capri Sun
These niggas acting dumb, for real
I told T, that any [?] is long
He jokes, said he got more smoke than in your daddy’s lungs
You’re young, I can’t expect you to understand
Yo, what it’s like to touch that stage, catch a hundred grand
Dumb money that you can’t wrap in any rubber bands
Make that same shit next week, that’s in my mothers hand
I tested a lot of rappers with this shit that I been blessed with
Made a little something, so we have to get invested
I don’t want no trouble with them bruddas that you mess with
But if you touch my son then your bruddas are getting ended
I’m back with it, I kick [?] lyrics
I feel my black spirit rising through the city
We don’t act timid, we move
A couple people said I act different
I guess they never really knew me for this tax, innit
Yeah, so what you wanna know about this?
My name so real, them other rappers walk around it
They don’t speak it
‘Cause what I’ve got, they don’t teach it
I earned this, never learnt this
And that’s the secret, yeah
I’ve got enemies, a lot of enemies
Shook a lot of hands to be the man that they pretend to be
So what you telling me?
Them other fellas on them felonies while we was busy selling out them Wembleys
And Hammersmith apollos
Yo, when I lead, niggas follow
Other cats beg, steal and borrow
I’m doing it tonight, guys are doing it tomorrow
It’s not surprising why it’s filling me with sorrow
But I can not quit, that’s a misuse of my power
[?] savage like I’m Alicent Hightower
Gently, but foundation ain’t no fenty
Money on the table but the bosses couldn’t temp me
Yeah, I’m shining and they ain’t busting any diamonds
Always been the best but getting better with the timing
Expert rhyming, ten years deep and ain’t hit my prime in
I guess I found a silver lining
I’m back

[Chorus: Unknown T]
(Look)
Hocus pocus, I was broke and had to focus (Look)
Time to up’ the ‘Gram, we don’t need associates (Look)
Hocus pocus, I ain’t feedin’ no more vultures
We’re soldiers
Get on your grind, just hold that and focus
(Look)
Hocus pocus, I was broke and had to focus (Look)
Time to up’ the ‘Gram, we don’t need associates (Look)
Hocus pocus, I ain’t feedin’ no more vultures
We’re soldiers
Get on your grind, just hold that and focus
Hocus pocus, I was broke and had to focus
Time to up’ the ‘Gram, we don’t need associates
Hocus pocus, I ain’t feedin’ no more vultures
We’re soldiers
Get on your grind, just hold that and focus (Look)
Hocus pocus, I was broke and had to focus
Time to up’ the ‘Gram, we don’t need associates
Hocus pocus, I ain’t feedin’ no more vultures
We’re soldiers

[Outro]
‘Cause you’re good

This is the end of the Lyrics

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