Ankhlejohn - The Candyman

Niggas know what the fuck it is
(Lordy)
(Brining back my nigga All Ceven)
(Know what the fuck time it is)
Yeah, it took me ten thousand hours to be labeled as a new artist
Produce records I use to produce problems
I heard y'all never could satisfy y'all bitches with the loose condoms
Hold the strap with two hands and a lot of focus
That's how you shoot proper
Who poppin'?
I really need to know it take the sprite use to pour four in
High as shit out Chicago my plug came from the low end
You the only one in this cipher still dealing with the Mystery get your soul sent
To whoever you believe in, my landlord told me I don't need rent
Mi casa su casa soon as you walk in the door get the wind knocked outta ya
Hard to gain oxygen, with the height of Un Kasa you got ta have confidence
I feel like I got one of the best lawyers in the Georgia providence
My Cody keeping it solid no need to be anonymous
The prosecutor don't got a lot on us
Matter fact the DA can hold a lot of nuts
Probably in the bathroom sniffing powder dust fixing his tie up
Drop the case or get kidnapped and tied up
I ain't even have to whip my dick out ya bitch got mind fucked it was a clear victory
Literally getting rich off literacy
This for all the niggas who doubted me religiously go head keeping going I like that
Walking around shinning I don't care if it's real or fake get your ice snatched
I'm Pops and you was Craig put the gun down son go outside and fight back
You going need more than a ice pack for all the damage Im'a do to niggas
Im'a keep it at music cause more than half of you rap dudes really be computer niggas
Tweeting from across the world like Ankh won't pop up like the Candyman
Appear like "what's all that shit you was talking?"
Smacked him and he ran
Yeah, I sport the 8 ball jacket like this '89
I wasn't even born yet but still those be my favorite times
If it's involving scamming the bank system those my favorite crimes
They scamming niggas every day I'm here to take what's mine, yeah
Niggas want to do what I'm doing but don't even got the mental capacity to even process it
To be Shaap Records you gotta get the Gods blessings
Took a trip to the floss over the weekend to give my respect to Pop Smoke
If I welcome you to my party you better keep the Glock close

Written by:
John Tucker

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