Mak11 - Candle (Dave East Intro) Lyrics

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