Candle (Dave East Intro)

Yo yo, it's your boy Dave East man Ayo MAK11, talk that shit This right here is Candle Harlem to Canada I done told em what it is I still want me the Rolie up on the wrist I been smoking on these zips Getting guap with the homies you know the biz Imma pour it up and sip Finna pop fuck the phonies I'm so legit On the low I got it lit Think they hot but we blowing out they shit, candle Opps be broke I'm feeling rich I want money by the handful Got em choking think they sick Won't stop at nothing til my bands up Squad be scoping with the sticks If the cops gonna come they get dismantled On God I been focused in this bitch I'm on top yeah the one too lit to handle, aye Pop the clip in get the ammo Talking shit I'll get your man smoked Shawty thick up in that camo Got her singing like soprano Brought the clique I know they can't cope Thought I'd quit that makes me laugh bro Caught em slipping down a fast slope Y'all can't get in with no passcode Hot as drinking straight Tabasco Saw the difference in the cash flow Does that make me an asshole, no it doesn't All them haters in last so I know I'm buzzing I don't pray bout the past I just overcome it I'm a pain in they ass and in shawty stomach If they spraying at Mak then on bro I'm gunning I ain't taking that back like I'm holding grudges They keep saying I'm cap but I know they fronting Boy your face can get slapped if you owe me something All of these clowns they be dressing funny I keep knocking em down and then getting money Been the talk of the town cuz the rest is scummy Bout to pop and I'm proud let's reject the dummies They jocking my sound got they freshness from me But they lost in the clouds can't expect to son me I want knots they want clout but I'm extra hungry I keep rocking the crowd every set they love me I done told em what it is I still want me the Rolie up on the wrist I been smoking on these zips Getting guap with the homies you know the biz Imma pour it up and sip Finna pop fuck the phonies I'm so legit On the low I got it lit Think they hot but we blowing out they shit, candle I got that drip they need ponchos Call up the clique I'm head honcho Want me the chips I mean nachos Talking that shit you get dropped bro Rocking these fits and my opps broke Glock on my hip if they want smoke Hop in the whip and get lost though Caught em all slipping that's not jokes I am not a comedian Just like a dog they obedient The youngin a boss what they feeding him His cup full of sauce good ingredients Skating I hop over medians Making em drop like it's EDM No faking the plot I can't be pretend I'm taking my shot see if he defend Talking 'bout shooters I'll call up the squad Rocking the booth cuz on God that's my job Knock out your tooth how I'm stopping your jaw I'm hotter than soup with the stock in the pot You not the in the loop I don't fuck with the law Gon cop me a coupe then I'm ducking your call Need all of the loot imma clutch it like claws They want me to lose but they stuck with the loss, aye Like a vacuum get dusted quick Fuck with Mak's crew gon suck a dick Them dummies can't move can't adjust they grip Got a couple avenues I'm trusted with My one demand is becoming rich The youngin the man but I was a kid I stuck with the plan I ain't plunge into pits I'm becoming a brand to be blunt with you bitch I done told em what it is I still want me the Rolie up on the wrist I been smoking on these zips Getting guap with the homies you know the biz Imma pour it up and sip Finna pop fuck the phonies I'm so legit On the low I got it lit Think they hot but we blowing out they shit, candle Let's go Canada This right here is Candle Dave East man, MAK11