Vince Staples, Mustard - 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 (huh?), I'd always be broke (always be broke)
I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs (nah)
Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch (so we hopped off the)
With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door (tryna kick down your)
But that's old news, spreading love now (spreading love)
Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds (on the hood)
Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul (on the hood)
But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round (yeah)
Wow, funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin' (yeah)
Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin' (yeah, yeah)
Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down with (uh-huh)
Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
So janky (Norf gang)
Know them niggas down the street still hate me (I know you hate me)
Hope lil' baby know that she can't play me (yeah, yeah)
Dumb ho, love cost but the game free, dumb ho (stupid)

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 (Norf)
Can you imagine?
Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it
I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? (Huh?)
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em (yeah, damn)
And tell the police I don't know what happened (yeah)

Crip and blood shit (Northside)
That's the only thing I ever been in love with it (Northside)
So I hope he know we never goin' public (no love)
Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah (run it up)
I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin' (run it up, air it out))
Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit (on the hood)
But see us and they don't do nothin' (yeah, yeah, air 'em out)
Ah, put it on the dead locs (dead homies)
They know I been 'bout it,'bout it since the get-go (dead homies)
If I hit the corner quick and better get low (dead homies)
You ain't with it, nigga, what you from the set for?
Uh, I just wanna be successful (yeah, yeah)
You won't never ever see me with my head low (uh-uh)
Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto (in the hood)
Handed me a .38 and told me I was special, Norf (yes, I am)

Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? (Yeah)
Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic (yeah)
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? (Huh?)
If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em (yeah, bam)
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