Black Magic (Make It Better) Little Brother

[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh]
LB Bidness!
Alright, alright, alright
Yeah!
Alright, alright, alright

[Verse 1: Phonte]
Yeah, uh
Black skin, black faces, black people make black magic
So pay me every fuckin' dime and add taxes
Cop a feel in a room full of brass tactics
I been about that work, boy, I been ASCAP'in
You been lyin' 'bout yo bread, nigga you Axe Cappin'
You really 'bout that life or you just hashtaggin'?

[Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh]
You really self made or is you CashApp'in?
Doin' everything you can to make the cash happen?
These new niggas do a whole lotta back slappin'
See you win without they help, then they golf clappin'
No applause in my trophy hall
I'm still focused on the goal and not what's hangin on the walls
Listen, all I need is the sports channel
And a glass of your finest red, you feel me? Ha!

[Chorus: Madison McFerrin, Phonte, and (Big Pooh)]
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Yea!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Oh!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Come on!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love?
Yo, I sat down and I started writing you this letter
I'll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Go!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love? (Alright!)
You can make it better, why don't you, love?