Lyrics Vince Staples – MAGIC (feat. Mustard)

(Mustard on the beat, ****)

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened

If I gave a **** about a citch, I'd always be broke
I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs
Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch
With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door
But that's old news, spreadin' love now
Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds
**** bread ain't up, so they come foul
But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow
Funny style, hate to see a **** smilin'
Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin'
Movin' mountains, **** who I was stumpin' down with
Gunnin' down ****, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
So janky, know them **** down the street still hate me
Hope lil' baby know that she can't play me
Dumb ****, love cost but the game free, dumb ****

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened

Crip and blood ****
That's the only thing I ever been in love with it
So I hope he know we never goin' public
Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah
I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin'
Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' ****
But see us and they don't do nothin'
Ah, put it on the dead locs
They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go
If I hit the corner quick and better get low
You ain't with it ****, what you from the set for, huh?
I just wanna be successful
You won't never ever see me with my head low
Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto
Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', is it magic?
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic
I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em
And tell the police I don't know what happened

See when you come from nothin', make it into somethin', I call that luck
But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic
And when you get two **** from different sides of the city
To do somethin' like this, I guess you could call that magic
Gettin' off of Section 8, welfare
Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets, that's magic
Let me know what's magic to you, yeah

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