Vince Staples – Magic (Audio, Lyrics)

Vince Staples unveils the new “Magic” track co-produced by Twice as Nice, My Best Friend Jacob and of course, Mustard. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

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Vince Staples comes through with Valentine’s Day treat for fans in the form of new music. The single, “Magic,” produced by fellow West Coast staple Mustard, was first featured in a Beat By Dre commercial with Naomi Osaka. Fans got a taste for it then, however, Vince quickly followed up and revealed we’d receive the full version proper on February 14th.

“Magic” is pretty much the first bit of new music we’ve received from the Long Beach, CA native since he dropped his self-titled EP last year. Nonetheless, we have to assume that more new music is on the way, as the rapper has teased his new album was “already done” at the top of January, save for a missing spot from the legend DJ Quik. We’re hoping that came together.

Vince Staples – Magic (prod. Twice as Nice, My Best Friend Jacob & Mustard)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
If I gave a fuck 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
Niggas’ bread ain’t up, so they come foul
But it’s handshakes, hugs when I come ’round, wow
Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin’
Hundred miles and runnin’ through the public housin’
Movin’ mountains, fuck who I was stumpin’ down with
Gunnin’ down shit, sittin’ in the back of Crown Vics
So janky, know them niggas down the street still hate me
Hope lil baby know that she can’t play me
Dumb hoe, love cost but the game free, dumb hoe

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Crip and blood shit
That’s the only thing I ever been in love with it
So I hope he 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’ shit
But see us and they don’t do nothin’
Ah, put it on the dead locs
They know I been ’bout it-’bout it since the get-go
If I hit the corner quick and better get low
You ain’t with it nigga, what you from the set for?
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
Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf

[Chorus]
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

[Outro: Mustard]
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