I remember there was a time
When I would spit a rhyme
And nobody would hear it
Nobody pay no mind
But now I write a song that will change somebody’s life
So I call myself god, the feeling is so divine
I’m, creating my destiny, so there ain’t no ends for me
Seeing that the stress could be, simply just a test for me
A lot of niggas feel like they know what my best could be
But I know I feel right, when I do what’s best for me
And I got the recipe, the hood know that I’m cooking
The whole industry looking at the shows that we been booking
Niggas head overseas, to get head overseas
But I head over there to get bread
Please believe, it’s the god magic,
No static, but got the fabric
I got to have it

Headed to the city at a young age
Little nigga only tryina get paid
Got family laying in the cold grave
So I gotta make the cut like I hold spades
Cut the streets are hard, and that ain’t my job
Make beats so hard, that the speakers nod
And the crowd will start swaying from side to side
Singing my melodies like la la la
And that feeling is so damn good
People starting to recognize me in my hood
Because I’ve got, my name spread
And they playing my wongs at weddings
To steppin to my blessin as I knew they could

It’s the god magic,
No static, but got the fabric
I got to have it
I got to have it, I got, I got to have it
I got to have it, I got, I got to have it
I got to have it, I got, I got to have it
It’s the god magic,
No static, but got the fabric
I got to have it

Reminiscin on the day thay I almost died
Life flash before my eyes
Yeah I was 9, I know, I barely lived
But shit, I nearly died
Water source to rise, corried in my eyes
Little sister cried
But my mama jumped in, saved me
These are the reason why a nigga going crazy
Cause I realized ain’t no way to repay that lady
So I gotta do the most till I’m ghost like swayze
But it’s hard to stack checks with stress from irs
Gotta pay taxes, school loans is at your neck
Bills gotta be paid, not getting laid
Plus getting laid off to work like a slave
Nah, now a nigga gotta own hist masters
Flow a little faster, gotta get that cash up
Bring the beat, bet it’s getting mashed up
Massacre, bet the nigga leave the booth, the handcuffs
That’s what’s up

It’s the god magic,
No static, but got the fabric
I got to have it
I got to have it, I got, I got to have it
I got to have it, I got, I got to have it
I got to have it, I got, I got to have it
It’s the god magic,
No static, but got the fabric
I got to have it