[Chorus]
Death ain't no mystery, checking the history
Picture me rollin' like Paco [Flamenco?]
Duck all ammunition before it can get to me
You bring the company, I supply misery
I do the trickery, yeah, I defy gravity
The death of the industry
The death of the industry
[Verse 1]
Mimic me if you can
I hold your sympathy in my hands
And I am simply unimpressed with all of that shit you've been postin' on Instagram
I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' feelings, man
I'm high as the ceiling fan
But if I get one more DM about all that Midnight shit again, I might kill a fan (Ayy)
Remember them days in the cave wit' my niggas in '15s talking 'bout how to kill a man
Then shit hit the fan and my boy wеnt to jail, and I went to go find me a dealеr man (Plug)
Started servin' the trees and servin' them pills, and them bitches start callin' me, "Candyman" (Haha)
Nigga don't want no beef, say my name like three times, then I pop out on niggas like Candyman
Trailing you vividly
Leaving no trace but make sure you remember me
Do what it take to embed it vindictively
Get in yo' head, I mean that shit, but literally
Crack that bitch open, examine the content
Imagine you finding a thing that be honest
I mean honestly, anything behind it empty, and I would be simply astonished
Death ain't no mystery, checking the history
Picture me rollin' like Paco [Flamenco?]
Duck all ammunition before it can get to me
You bring the company, I supply misery
I do the trickery, yeah, I defy gravity
The death of the industry
The death of the industry
[Verse 1]
Mimic me if you can
I hold your sympathy in my hands
And I am simply unimpressed with all of that shit you've been postin' on Instagram
I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' feelings, man
I'm high as the ceiling fan
But if I get one more DM about all that Midnight shit again, I might kill a fan (Ayy)
Remember them days in the cave wit' my niggas in '15s talking 'bout how to kill a man
Then shit hit the fan and my boy wеnt to jail, and I went to go find me a dealеr man (Plug)
Started servin' the trees and servin' them pills, and them bitches start callin' me, "Candyman" (Haha)
Nigga don't want no beef, say my name like three times, then I pop out on niggas like Candyman
Trailing you vividly
Leaving no trace but make sure you remember me
Do what it take to embed it vindictively
Get in yo' head, I mean that shit, but literally
Crack that bitch open, examine the content
Imagine you finding a thing that be honest
I mean honestly, anything behind it empty, and I would be simply astonished
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