(Verse) Yeah, young king on my hustle nigga/ See being broke was a joke, trying make the pockets bubble nigga/ This is way before the days of Grand Double nigga/ Gotta make a move but keep my ass up outta trouble nigga/ All my life to go getters I would look up/ I ain't take the page, bro I'm trying to fuck the book up/ Ran through my mind the kind of plan I could cook up/ Didn't know about the powder but I could push sugar/ Hold up, before I get too deep we gotta say this/ The idea kinda started with my boy Big Nick/ Got the product pre product, told him you should try this/ He back the same day and now he wanna pay for it/ Lightbulb moment/ Here in Porter County this is foreign, and I'm seeing that these white folk want it/ Told my Uncle Al, he'd always show me love/ Use throw a little bread for stocking drink in the club/ Or cleaning up spots that he got from out the mud/ Told the plan then he got me locked in with the plug/ Crossed county lines to GI on the weekends/ Was a little corner spot off of 16th Cleveland/ Back on the Sabbath, in my room I would bag it/ 25 finna go times 4 when I pack it/ Showed up Monday, day one I did damage/ Sold out by day two, the next week we back at it/ Few months pass I'm the man with the magic/ Couple teachers even had me on retainer I was savage/ Got em all hooked, call him Candyman Candyman/ My turf now call it Candyland Candyland/ Big money making put it in my hand in my hand/ Had a couple baddies said they been a fan, been a fan/ Now the OG's salty bout the shit/ I could've put them on but I know they hated Chris/ It all came ahead when these mufuckas snitched/ Had to shut the shit down and all my work I had to ditch/ Relocated, them niggas still hated/ Guess that's how it is when you mad you never made it/ Clientele cut yeah I felt a little jaded/ Final blow was when I moved to ATL and couldn't take it/ Ain't no way this was the Dadda, uncanny/ I gotta keep it real and y'all might not stand me/ Though it may sound like I was out pushing them grammys/ I was sweet tooth trappin muthafuckin penny candy nigga/ hahahaha (Outro) But I made it sound dope tho yeah, they called him Candyman Candyman/ Turf locked down it was Candyland Candyland, yeah/ They called him Candyman Candyman/ Big money making had it in my hand in my hand/ I just be rapping tho y'all, true story tho/
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