[Intro: Styles P]

P-P-P-Perfect

SP the Ghost

D-Block, yeah

[Verse 1: Styles P]

Gettin’ to the guap, smokin’ on the Raw though

Not runnin’ from the Lord nor runnin’ from the law (Uh uh)

But you cross me? You gon’ get fucked like a porno

Hammer with the switch, that is not my steez (Nah)

Out the game, but connected with n***** from Medellín (Connected)

If you dream of killin’ me when you wake, you better scream (Never)

I’m sorry Ghost, I take shrooms like I’m Mario, Luigi

Not in a Kart, I’m in a ‘Rari though, skrrr (I’m in the ‘Rari)

Maybe the Lambo, the Porsche with the sicario (Skrrr)

With some black gorilla n***** (What up?)

But even all alone I’m still with a killa, n****

But I ain’t tryna kill, (Uh uh) I just want the bills and a check

I’m just tryna stretch, you just wanna flex

Part Malcolm, part DM[X], 1/3 of the Lo[x]

And you know I keep it mellow but the spot marks X

I ain’t dead, but I’m doin’ well, just for context

Ghost

[Chorus Scratches: DJ Semi, Dave East & The Notorious B.I.G.]

M-Magic, m-magic, m-magic

A-A-All y’all disappear by tomorrow

M-Magic, m-magic, m-magic

M-M-Mad tricks up ya sleeve

[Verse 2: Dave East]

This feel like that 50 Cent '99 How to Rob shit (How to rob)

Momma on me, tellin’ me “n****, go get a job” shit (Get a job)

9-5’s wasn’t hiring, that made us rob shit (Rob)

Crown Fried for dinner, you know, wing and a thigh shit

Mama bought us clothes, our reaction, this not no fly shit

What's five dollars, that's a nick bag or burger and fry shit

Sittin’ in class, noddin’ off, I was on some high shit

I lost a lot of homies but they never leave my conscience (Never)

Them shots started clappin’, like acne how they broke out

Hard to see us, tint no less than 5 percent when we roll out

If I got it, I split it with family, I don't hold out

Police investigatin’ ‘bout action that I don't know ‘bout

Couple bodies done got straightened like a blow out

I ain't never been there, they just told me that shit sold out

Her nose sniffin’, she start actin’ different when the coke ‘round

Used to front back when they had it

Fast forward, n***** broke now (Pablo)

[Chorus Scratches: DJ Semi, Dave East & The Notorious B.I.G.]

M-Magic, m-magic, m-magic

A-A-All y’all disappear by tomorrow

M-Magic, m-magic, m-magic

M-M-Mad tricks up ya sleeve

[Outro: DJ Semi]

SP the Ghost

Dave East

DJ Semi

It’s magic

Magic, magic, magic

Magic

Magic, whole lotta magic