CANDLE MOSS Lyrics

Yeah..

Type of shit that make ya lips quiver

We snort for celebration

Stack the caps, back to back

Back to black like reparations

My heart was pure as gold

When they folded, shit got achy

I heard from round the way you hatin I hope I'm mistaken

Purple soda stained my varsity blues

We gettin' money underground like the jewels

True,

My father's son

What else am I supposed to do?

But get this money,

Stuff my nose, sip my juice

My shorty's quick to take your pennies

While you blincoln' like Abe

This shit was stinkin' for days

I set my feet and I pray

I thank the Lord for all the days

He kept me out of the way

Some shit were to ever really happen

What would everyone say

You really fucked me up with this one, gang

Since you left, can't sip the same

My girl'd be like,

I fuckin' told you to stop doin' that shit, Jose

My moms would never ease the pain

My brother probably bleed his brain

My opps would even be like, damn

I never thought I'd see the day

I bet you half the city say some shit

Like, "damn, he really rapped"

Bitch, line for line and bar for bar

From drugs to rap, I'm really that

Vol. 1 brought feelings back

Vol. 2's no ceilings raps

Vol. 3's gone-

*gun sounds*

This Chicago