No Magic No Music

All us, you, me, them, we should team up
Love is ultralight, let it beam up
I’ll tell Lawrence right now put a scheme up
3am in the town, rolling weed up
Splash, I’m getting, I’m getting feedback, hold on
All us, you, me, them, we should team up
1,000 kids on a group chat, that’s a beam up
Shit not tough, shit really just seem tough
3am in town, roll the weed up
Damn, these rabbit ears fucking my jeans up
I want more money than I could ever dream up
Handsome truck but I drive it with a mean mug
Are you good enough to meet the teacher?
Dm MD, set the beat up
Rеmote loca’ on the meet up
Can nevеr read enough but still I read up
Get back to you I swear I’m trying to see but

No magic no music
No magic no music

That means whatever getting made don’t gotta mean I’m getting paid
If it sells out, cool
If it don’t, leave a drawing in a cave
Shit go deeper than just something I made
It more made me, like them days at 2B
Days in Queens, or my days at A&D
Spend the day not with my day ones, more like my day 3
But so? I can distinguish between the both
Time is a funny concept, this thing I wrote
We count the sum of the years instead of what happens in ‘em I’m ‘bout to see you in an album, wedding, Italy, castle session That’s 6 months to the dot, and I put that on my art
And I put that on my name when I drop

No magic no music
No magic no music

I think my pop did it for the green card and got a kid out it
Don’t look at me like that, we older we can kid ‘bout it
Believe me, for real, I be sick ‘bout it
Couple milli’s to the left I would’ve slipped out it
No magic, no you here
Universe conspiring
Jobs program: Shirt saying you should hire them
Advice: if you’re gonna speak, speak from your diaphragm
Don’t let corny movies turn you off to being a sci-fi fan
"There are black people in the future" – it’s a lot of them
Alisha B. Wormsley with the vision, you should dive in
Ocean Vuong said, "We create future language now"
I think I know how
Look, I’m just leaning in
You become what you set out to be, but then
You become rigid in your ways, can’t see the bend
Watch these fools on Fox news and Cnn
Houses and personas like cards be in the wind
Break your own rules but even then
Don’t be stuck being a rule breaker, you feeding in
Don’t be a hard rock when you really a gem
Why you think they done marched with a million men?
So we can ball out at DSM, fucker
Mind’s like a flower in bloom
Peep how my eyes scour the room

No magic no music