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letra de candyman - granddad woolly

(verse)
yeah, young king on my hustle n-gga/
see being broke was a joke, trying make the pockets bubble n-gga/
this is way before the days of grand double n-gga/
gotta make a move but keep my ass up outta trouble n-gga/
all my life to go getters i would look up/
i ain’t take the page, bro i’m trying to f-ck 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 sh-t/
i could’ve put them on but i know they hated chris/
it all came ahead when these muf-ckas snitched/
had to shut the sh-t down and all my work i had to ditch/
relocated, them n-ggas 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 m-th-f-ckin penny candy n-gga/ 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/

- granddad woolly

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