Candyland

Is it me? (Ladies and gentlemen) Is it really me? (It's the man of the hour) Is it me? (You have entered the dimension of Candyland) Is it really me? (With Mr. Supreme Clientele himself) Yeah (give him a round of applause) Ayo, my wiz played the flute, niggas ran up out the bakery Quick, grab the cupcakes, dip to go take a read Cocaine spots, the block's looking like Candyland White white, purple haze, beige dope, tan-tan Damn, I dropped my chef hat, whipping like Roy ID Ravioli bags of weed for ki's, y'all should honor me Tootsie Roll coke blunts is rolled to perfection Now and Later 8-Balls sell without question Known for my Skittle game, pills like a hospital You can taste the rainbow, dust drains'll follow you Everything's possible, stash house, hash house Whole house made of hash, Hershey bars blackout Yeah, there's a heaven suitable for like Charlie Sheen We put liquid heroin inside jelly beans Gummy bear cars (cars), candy cane dope sticks Xanax twigs, we got treats, baby, take your pick Downers, uppers, even pure X Vioms, MDMA, THC wet Thai sticks, skunk, crystalized red hair bushes Forest when it comes to trees, we breed all type of Kushes Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me? (Is it me?) Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me? Yeah Ayo, the reverend, got caught in the church with a box of Percs His little brother ran to the forest and stashed a lot of work Marshmallows, CBD Jell-O, the weed case is thorough One point five on the scale, we flooding every borough Bitter honey, slabs of hash, pop rock meth tabs Mushrooms, caps and stems, we got fresh bags All these pharmaceuticals, all this work is movable Niggas sniff so much murder, it's in your cuticles Strawberry Toosie got 'em playing with they coochie Bill Cosby, K.O. roofies, this for the groupies Pharmacies, we put 'em in droughts, all the noise is us Giraffe blunts, we lace all the shelves just like Toys R Us Bestsellers be the Adderall razzle-dazzles Ativan, mollies canned like it came with capsules Yellow, green, and pretty purple promethazine Ketamine, old school Ritalin got the amphetamines Lemonhead balls of keef and crushed up Klonopin Jolly Ranchers made out of lean, got 'em online again I'm floating through Candyland, sugar babies made of bees Yo, Lord, tell me I'm buggin', or is it just me? Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me? (Is it me?) Is it me? (Is it me?) Is it really me?