Larry June and The Alchemist - Margie's Candy House

Mh, man
Shit, damn
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh
Al, turn me up, mmh, mmh
Mmh, bad, uh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Started out at Riverdale, moms flew me from the Bay
When I was young, used to hate it (damn)
And grew up then I thanked her (real)
Far away from my pops, thinkin' 'bout that green McLaren
I can shed a tear on these tracks, you wouldn't understand it (damn)
Grams had the candy House (candy House), Margie's on Harbor Road (yeah, yeah)
Still eat me up inside that I missed her funeral (damn, I love you)
I know she lookin' down on me while I'm in this 5.0 (man)
(Shit remind me of the old days) I can't lie, man, my mind gone
I was in a dark place, went hard and found a way (uh, found a way)
Livin' out them motels, cold nights on the blade
(I knew that life wasn't for me) but still I took a chance
Twelve hours on the Interstate then profit ten bands
Calculate another dub, back then my goal was a hundred
Had to the hit the ground runnin', prayin' they don't hit the spot (hit the spot)
I was goin' through a lot, it was nights I would cry (man)
Probably why I push this black 'Rari down the I-5, what's happenin'? (Damn)

Real niggas never quit, real niggas play the game (damn)
But got goals to go legit, real niggas stay on ten (real)
(Real niggas stay on ten)
Run that back
Real niggas never quit, real niggas play the game (yeah)
But got goals to go legit, real niggas stay on ten (legit)

Real, uh, Al, what's happenin'?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Yeah, I made it out the streets but still gotta watch my back (check)
Road runnin', touch down safe then I set up trap (uh)
Thinkin' back, fresh outta jail, but I had the map (damn)
I had a plan, second day home, made a couple grand (uh)
Pleasant Hill in a motel, pack vacuum sealed
I was gettin' rich in D.C. While you was crackin' sills
I don't glamorize it, though, I was prayin' for a change
Hit fifty burpees in the morning, then I bought the plane uh (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Real niggas never quit, real niggas play the game (damn)
But got goals to go legit, real niggas stay on ten (real)
(Real niggas stay on ten)
Run that back
Real niggas never quit, real niggas play the game (yeah)
But got goals to go legit, real niggas stay on ten (legit)
(Real, uh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Written by:
Larry Eugene Hendricks, David Alan Maman

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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