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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 f**k about a citch, I'd always be broke
I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs
Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch
With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door
But that's old news, spreading love now
Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds
N***as' bread ain't up, so they come foul
But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow
Funny style, hate to see a n***a smilin'
Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin'
Movin' mountains, f**k who I was stumpin' down with
Gunnin' down sh*t, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
So janky, know them n***as down the street still hate me
Hope lil' baby know that she can't play me
Dumb 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 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

Crip and blood sh*t
That's the only thing I ever been in love with
So I hope you know we never goin' public
Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah
I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin'
Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' sh*t
But see us and they don't do nothin'
Aw, 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 clickin', better get low (Dead homies)
You ain't with it n***a, what you from the set for? Huh?
I just wanna be successful
You won't never ever see me with my head low
Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto (In the hood)
Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special (Yes, I am), norf
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
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 n***as 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

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