Songtext zu ' Candyman ' von G-Herbo

(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 GOAT, 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 till 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'