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?