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?