Majic

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