Candy Man

[Intro]

Dego Brown Production

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]

Look, listen, I hate it when niggas think they know me

You don't love me, you ain’t my homie

You're nutting special blud, na you're not an OG

I wanna make P’s from the Lily like Pro' Green

Why you scared fam? That's a bait stutter

No trust here for you, you're a fake brudda

I'm out here churning, I wanna make butter

I wanna be a top boy, you're a cake cutter

I don't sit around dreaming to the stars

Best believe that you ain't important ’til you come and met my Marge

Help me through the trouble when you been here through the past

’Cause I'm finished with the drama, I ain’t dealing with the cast

I was smart, only God ever knew my plans

See I'd rather have a pinky note than to do exams

My bruddas never knew the science, they just knew the grams

Knew how to make their maths equate and you to make it bang

[Verse 2: Muddles]

Yo, you know I work hard for my paper

Four and a half for six bill, that's a taker

I said it once, I said it twice, I'm a money maker

Fuck a hater, man’ll Tombstone him like The Undertaker

I stay on my grind 24/7

And if he's in my way then I'll just send him up to heaven

On the beat and no confessing that I'm dangerous with the weapon

Not Lady Gaga but I can poke her face in seconds

People talking shit like they're talking out their rectum

'Til more time I have to start a convo with a question

Did I mention the bars are heavyweight like I'm benching?

And with the flow, I can make you bounce, that's suspension

'Cause I'm about to blow, no erection

So when I do dirt, I wear gloves for protection

Made a couple phones call cah I had to start investing

So nowadays I'm the guy they like to always mention

[Verse 3: AJ Tracey]

Bare cash transfers like a manager

Bare pigs so I scope like a camera

Bare dirt so I clean like a janitor

I can show you any day, sutting like a calendar

I'm a P-R-O, you're a amateur

I'm going up in the scene, fuck a banister

You man just sit still, you're a passenger

Piglet police wanna see us in the cannister

Now every YG wanna talk crud

I'm a hollow MC, different calibre

Young king with the flow, Excalibur

Fire bars in my hands, bring on the challenger

Young kid slaying MC's, Zelda

This year's all about the youth, fuck a elder

Hit them with the LV flow, that's a belter

Do this on my own, no need for a helper

[Verse 4: Muddles]

You've got a lot to prove, I've got a lot to lose

So fuck the world up too, if you're on it, swing a few

Get the strap roasting, I ain't talking barbecue

Get a shank poking, wrap him up for half the loot

Get a rental out for the let and put him in the boot

Take him to the edge and make him jump like a kangaroo

Back in the day I was small but I kinda grew

Now the money's getting doubled every time I make a move

High hopes, I'm tryna reach for the stars

I've had enough of catching cab, now I'm in need of a car

I'm past the roads, the roads are getting deeper than scars

'Cause even girls are getting knicked with their weed in their bra

Yo, where I'm from it's every man for himself

I never chose this life, I just played the cards I was dealt

I keep myself to myself 'cause I know I can't afford to slip

Man shooting at my mother's crib, fam I caught a fish