Mustard, Vince Staples - MAGIC lyrics
Vince Staples, Vince Staples [Compton, California, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Mustard, Vince Staples - MAGIC lyrics]
Mustard on the beat, ho
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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 fuck 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, spreading love now
Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds
Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul
But it's handshakes, hugs when
I come 'round
Wow
Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin'
Hundred miles and runnin' through
The public housin'
Movin' mountains
Fuck who I was stumpin' down with
Gunnin' down shit
Sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
So janky
Know them niggas down the
Street still hate me
Hope lil' baby know that she can't play me
Dumb ho, love cost but the game free, dumb ho
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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 shit
That's the only thing I ever
Been in love with
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' shit
But see us and they don't do nothin'
Aw, put it on the dead locs
They know I been 'bout it-'bout
It since the get-go
If I hit the corner clickin', better get low
You ain't with it nigga
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
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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 nothing
Make it into something
I call that luck
But when you come from where we come from
I call that magic
And when you get two
Niggas from different sides
Of the city, to do something like this
I guess you could call that magic
Getting off of Section 8, welfare
Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets
That's magic
Let me know what's magic to you, yeah
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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 fuck 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, spreading love now
Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds
Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul
But it's handshakes, hugs when
I come 'round
Wow
Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin'
Hundred miles and runnin' through
The public housin'
Movin' mountains
Fuck who I was stumpin' down with
Gunnin' down shit
Sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
So janky
Know them niggas down the
Street still hate me
Hope lil' baby know that she can't play me
Dumb ho, love cost but the game free, dumb ho
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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 shit
That's the only thing I ever
Been in love with
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' shit
But see us and they don't do nothin'
Aw, put it on the dead locs
They know I been 'bout it-'bout
It since the get-go
If I hit the corner clickin', better get low
You ain't with it nigga
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
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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
Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling
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 nothing
Make it into something
I call that luck
But when you come from where we come from
I call that magic
And when you get two
Niggas from different sides
Of the city, to do something like this
I guess you could call that magic
Getting off of Section 8, welfare
Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets
That's magic
Let me know what's magic to you, yeah