Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Mercer
Songwriter
Richard Pasin
Songwriter
Lyrics
Woah, how I came from the bottom, it's magic (uh-huh)
Been stayin' quiet but I'm finna implode like I seen the Titanic (bow)
I built this shit from floor, close to the top like an attic
I was down, broke **** habits, so never believe it's not so (woah)
Made a check reappear, M-A-G-I-C
Now they sayin' I'm cold like an icy
Fuck that, I got the juice like a Hi-C
Spot at the top, I'ma make that list
Let's ball forever, I'm feelin' like Kyrie
I'm finna pull up, car dashing, I'm tryna make everyone say, "Gawlee"
I'm like oh-oh-oh-oh, bitch, I'm a wizard with this pole
'Cause I was down bad, I was broke, but I got a check, I ran up some more
I got a check, it came out of nowhere, this shit look like magic, uh-huh
Wizards of Waverly, I keep it with me like Justin and Alex
Uh-huh, oh-oh (Woah-oh)
Never believe it ain't so, get on your grind and run up a bankroll
Don't forget your bro, just do the Tango
Young **** might cop a chain like Django, run this shit, cop a chain like Harriet
Ain't see what I saw, they be all scared and shit
I'm too deep inside the gang, I'm marrying it
I'm chasin' the bag too quick 'cause I never had this shit
Full of racks on my head, on some magic shit
Tell my bro he gon' skeet, that's a magic trick
She get tragic quick, I'm no average shit
I be deep in the gang, call him Kaepernick
Call me 21, we on some savage shit
Different money call for tacklin' shit
Woah, do some magic 'til my wrist froze
Young **** feel like Santa
Stay with the bag when shit goes south
I'm North with the pole, I'll smoke 'em fosho
I'm better, I stay on the road
Young ****, my heart cold
To the grind, I'll give my soul
I'm like, "Oh-oh-oh, it's magic"
I swear I can't go-go-go to my marriage
Money hold me like I'm Gunna
Startin' to feel like an addict
I can't be on no sad shit 'cause I can't never believe it ain't so
Woah, how I came from the bottom, it's magic (uh-huh)
Been stayin' quiet but I'm finna implode like I seen the Titanic (bow)
I built this shit from floor, close to the top like an attic
I was down, broke **** habits, so never believe it's not so (woah)
Made a check reappear, M-A-G-I-C
Now they sayin' I'm cold like an icy
Fuck that, I got the juice like a Hi-C
Spot at the top, I'ma make that list
Let's ball forever, I'm feelin' like Kyrie
I'm finna pull up, car dashing, I'm tryna make everyone say, "Gawlee"
I'm like oh-oh-oh-oh, bitch, I'm a wizard with this pole
'Cause I was down bad, I was broke, but I got a check, I ran up some more
I got a check, it came out of nowhere, this shit look like magic, uh-huh
Wizards of Waverly, I keep the women like Justin and Alex
Written by: Chad Mercer, Richard Pasin