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Magic
Hip-Hop/Rap
Magic was released on December 29, 2025 by Till We All Rich ent as a part of the album Im Acting Different Deluxe
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Release DateDecember 29, 2025
LabelTill We All Rich ent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jdagr8
Jdagr8
Performer
JFever
JFever
Drum Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamair Hubert
Jamair Hubert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JFever
JFever
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Ay, uh
Baby I been on some shit myself
Ay, do something to you make you shoot yourself
Ay, **** ain’t real
So I recruit myself
Ay, you ain’t that bad
I blow the flute myself
This shit magic **** askin
How you do that?
I ride the wave and keep it silky like a durag
Pull out the lot in something silky
With the new tags
Jump out to whoop you disrespect me
Beat you blue-black
Pull out the lot in something silky with the new tags
**** stop asking cause you’ll never get your boo back
I get the money rubberband it in a shoe bag
I’m not Lil Flip but they keep askin how you do that?
**** Imma fool with it
Imma GOAT
I get the big birds for the low
I used to **** sack at the store
We used to hit a lick down for a part
Now I got the push button for a start
I had to bend the cool whip to rap
Just so they can tell **** from apart
**** we different
I walk streets and I’m driven
I don’t talk as much as I listen
Getting rich is your only mission
But I do this shit for my children
Yea, and I’m gon do this for they children
Baby I been on some shit myself
Ay, do something to you make you shoot yourself
Ay, **** ain’t real
So I recruit myself
Ay, you ain’t that bad
I blow the flute myself
This shit magic **** askin
How you do that?
I ride the wave and keep it silky like a durag
Pull out the lot in something silky
With the new tags
Jump out to whoop you disrespect me
Beat you blue-black
I ride the wave and keep it silky like a durag
Not from New Orleans
But I hear them saying “who dat?”
**** I’m real
You say something different
Then you foolish
You bought a gun for show
I bought my shit to use it
Abracadabra, I flipped the brick
I do it for real, you do it for clout
That is the difference from common sense
**** don’t want no smoke with me
Cause I want Hookah
You fuck over him, he fuck over you
That’s prostitution
He slap you first, you slap him back
That’s constitution
If I buy a brick and ship it to you
That’s distribution
They know that I’m real, they know that you fake
Ain’t no confusion
They know that I’m real, they know that you fake
Ain’t no confusion
Baby I been on some shit myself
Ay, do something to you make you shoot yourself
Ay, **** ain’t real
So I recruit myself
Ay, you ain’t that bad
I blow the flute myself
This shit magic **** askin
How you do that?
I ride the wave and keep it silky like a durag
Pull out the lot in something silky
With the new tags
Jump out to whoop you disrespect me
Beat you blue-black
Written by: Jamair Hubert
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