Vince Staples & Mustard - MAGIC

Mustard on the beat, hoFeeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magicI won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magicCan you imagine?Money in the mattress, love the way I stack itI can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'emAnd tell the police I don't know what happenedIf I gave a fuck about a citch, I'd always be brokeI'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locsGrowin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porchWith a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your doorBut that's old news, spreading love nowSick of police lights, sick of gun soundsNiggas' bread ain't up, so they come foulBut it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wowFunny style, hate to see a nigga smilin'Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin'Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down withGunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown VicsSo janky, know them niggas down the street still hate meHope lil' baby know that she can't play meDumb 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 magicI won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magicCan you imagine?Money in the mattress, love the way I stack itI can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'emAnd tell the police I don't know what happenedCrip and blood shitThat's the only thing I ever been in love withSo I hope he know we never goin' publicHands full, so I can't hold grudges, nahI be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin'Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shitBut see us and they don't do nothin'Aw, put it on the dead locsThey know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-goIf I hit the corner clickin', better get lowYou ain't with it nigga, what you from the set for? Huh?I just wanna be successfulYou won't never ever see me with my head lowMy momma met my daddy, then they had me in the GhettoHanded me a .38 and told me I was special (yes I am), norfFeeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magicI won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magicCan you imagine?Money in the mattress, love the way I stack itI can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'emAnd tell the police I don't know what happenedFeeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic?Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magicI won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magicCan you imagine?Money in the mattress, love the way I stack itI can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it?If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'emAnd tell the police I don't know what happenedSee, when you come from nothingMake it into something, I call that luckBut when you come from where we come fromI call that magicWhen you get two niggasFrom different sides of the city to do something like thisI guess you could call that magicGetting off of Section 8, welfareNow it's Rolls-Royce's, private jets, that's magicLet me know what's magic to you, yeah