G Herbo - Candyman lyrics

(Are you still taking painkillers?)
Uh, it's me, the big G
All the young niggas look up to me
And they tell me I'm the G.O.A.T
But shit, why not?
I give 'em hope


Ayy, I told my mom
I was gon' get money
I told my mom I was gon' win
Told my mama best friend
I was gettin' a Rollie 'fore I was ten, uh
(Uh, no bap)
And I did
Jumped in the streets at fifteen, I had a cig'
God, forgive me for my sins
Was pointin' it right at niggas wigs, uh (Bah, ayy)
I know I'm blessed, I ain't do no bid
I was fresh up off a hit, posted up
On Essex and shot a vid' (Yeah)


Niggas snakes, act like they
Wanted me to win, but
I got rid of them (Fuck 'em)
I ain't never repent for none
Of my sins 'cause
I was gonna sin again (Sin again)
Soon as bro called, hop right
In that backseat, ready to spin the bend
(Let's go spin the bend)
When the whips got high
I bought the Benz, just kept
On spendin' Benji's (Spending Benji's)
Slidin' and slidin' and slidin'
And slidin' 'cause we just wanted
Revenge (Just wanted revenge)
It wasn't fun no more, they tapped out
But we wanted 'em in (Wanted 'em in)
Wavin' white flags, we just laughed 'cause
We ain't want amends (Ha)
We was lettin' you niggas slide 'cause
We just want our man (Fuck 'em)
At least a hundred nights | cried
When I lost my twin (My twin)
Had to get my swagger back
I ain't want to rap (I ain't even wanna rap)
As soon as you see them niggas clap
That's on Max and Cap (On Cap)
Got to walk in with my strap
No matter where I'm at
(No matter where I'm at)
Fightin' my imagination
That's a bunch of bap (That's bap)
I get paranoid and question death
Tryna make that bitch go, "Frrt"
Press the switches left (You know that)
Swerve filthy, think I'm guilty
Of identity theft (Come on)
Got a better chance
Of me smokin' crystal meth
(Come on now)
Got a better chance
Of me askin' niggas for help
(Come on now)
'Cause when I did, they just left
Well, did it by myself, yeah (Yeah)
They was tryna see me
On the shelf, yeah (Yeah)
Every time I talk to God
I make sure I pray for wealth, yeah (Phew)
And I pray for peace, crossin' me bad
For your health, yeah
That's to say the least
Forty burn his ass like grease
My little blood keep that black out
At three hundred like lil' Reese
Havin' dreams about dyin'
Love my iron like a crease
Vivid nightmares (Vivid nightmares)
Opps catchin' me slippin' in my Nike Airs (G Fazos)
Security right there (He's right there)
I can't trust nobody with my life
I'm type scared (I'm scared)
Told my mama can't get rid
Of my trauma, I gotta wear it
(I gotta wear it)
Ain't ashamed of talkin' about this shit
I gotta share it (I gotta share it)
Played the game, went to war
With whoever 'cause
I ain't care (I ain't care)
Said my name so many times
'til he got filled with led
Yeah, it's Randy man
Call me Candyman (Candyman)
Posted on your block deep
Feel like Candy Land (Candy Land, sweet)
Blitz that shit, go fix that shit
My shooter a handyman (He a handy man)
Don't want no ties to the streets
And then I land again (I land again)
Go on another streak
There's blood on my hands again
(On my hands again, wet)

I wanna send
A special thank you out to my mother
First and forth most, shots say replay
That's my mom, worth it
You know what I'm sayin'