[Intro] Noah got that gas… Producer attack. (Beat drops.) [Hook] They said I must be David Blaine… Watch the whole leaf disappear. Plant one seed this morning… Next season everywhere. Pressure on the breeze… Godjah in the wind. They asking where it went… I already grew again. Whole grove multiplied… Soon as it touched my hands. One leaf turned a forest… They don’t understand. “How you do that every time?” I just grin… To them it’s magic… To me it’s just Green. [Verse 1] Fresh off the branch, I don’t let it collect dust. Good gas move quick, roots never rush us. One hand sowing while the other one harvest. Every little leaf know exactly where its heart is. Pressure so loud, it don’t need an announcement. Soon as it land, somebody already found it. Like sleight of hand, but my palms full of growth. Lost one flower, came back carrying both. They blink once… Whole field done changed. Thought they had my last… I replanted the strain. Godjah floating… Speaking through the breeze. Every little whisper telling me, “Go plant these.” I don’t chase waves… I create seasons. Every new song got another soul breathing. “How he make another one?” They can’t explain. Must be David Blaine… Nah… I just stay Green. [Hook] They said I must be David Blaine… Watch the whole leaf disappear. Plant one seed this morning… Next season everywhere. Pressure on the breeze… Godjah in the wind. They asking where it went… I already grew again. Whole grove multiplied… Soon as it touched my hands. One leaf turned a forest… They don’t understand. “How you do that every time?” I just grin… To them it’s magic… To me it’s just Green. [Verse 2] My notebook look like a greenhouse. Every page grow another route. Ideas germinate before the beat bounce. Before they hear one… I’m three songs out. They hear gas… I hear generations. Every new branch start another conversation. Every little bud got a bigger destination. Every good harvest came from cultivation. Smoke ain’t the trick… Growth is the illusion. Everybody copy… Nobody improving. Whole room watching both sleeves. Whole time… I’m planting more trees. By the time they catch one… I done dropped three. By the time they roll one… Mine done made seeds. Pressure reproduce… That’s the campaign. Think it’s impossible? Just ask David Blaine. [Bridge] Ain’t no rabbit… Ain’t no hat… Just good roots… And a map. The loud don’t last… The seed remain. That’s why every season… They remember Green. [Final Hook] They said I must be David Blaine… How it vanish? I can’t say. Every leaf they thought was gone… Found another place to stay. Pressure keep multiplying… Godjah lead the way. They call it magic… I just call it Green.
