Magic, magic, oh
Magic, magic
I came here with nothing but my hunger and my hustle
Beethoven and the white girl, Mafia the muscle
Fuck the government, left my fucking luggage
Like Imma cop bags when I land
I got the magic
Artwork outta talking
Moving dead presidents by the coffin
Bless the martyrs, god bless tomorrow
God bless the spirits, got my Henny n holy water
I got the magic
Made something out of nothing
Moving up til there's nothing left above us
I'm just the light skin Jesus
Turn a jury full of Judases into believers
I got the magic, I got the magic
I got the magic, I got the magic
I got the magic, I got the magic
I got the magic, magic baby
Magic, magic, go get em
Magic, magic, magic
Came here knowing no one, no not a soul
Me and my Day Ones, did it on our own
With the mud like work for it
Like every fucking day I had to work it
I got the magic
I got the magic
I got the magic
I got the magic, magic baby
But Imma make it home, inshallah
But Imma make it home, inshallah
But Imma make it home, inshallah
Inshallah inshallah
Came here knowing no one, no not a soul
Me and my Day Ones, did it on our own
With the mud like work for it
Like every fucking day I had to work for it
I got the magic
I got the magic
I got the magic
I got the magic, magic baby
I got that magic, I got that flame
I got big faces, I forget their names
I got that magic, got that bad bitch
That got more bad bitches that brought more bad bitches
That brought more bad bitches, that brought more bad bitches
But Imma make it home, inshallah
But Imma make it home, inshallah
But Imma make it home, inshallah
Inshallah Inshallah
Magic, magic, magic
Magic, magic, magic