Inside The Wrapper

Nothing sweet inside the wrapper though

Catch Somewhere between lacordaire and Papineau

With my Zoes eating riz collé with haricots

Or with my Naija people listening to Davido

I’m the fuckin MTLien with intelligence

And the melanin got the white people scared of him

And I’m independent man go and tell a friend

That I ain’t fucking with no niggas that I’m better then

In 2012 me and ghost understood wassup

Nobody makes it in a world that isn’t shooken up

So bitch spare me all the coulda shoulda woulda stuff

Cuz we wasn’t ‘posе to be here nigga look at us

Kеt

From pushing weight and now we pushing luck

Ain’t no waiting we Gon push cuz these pussies stuck

I been pushing norms, said I ain’t good enough

That made me bitter so this tape is like a sugar rush

And Lately I been texting all these bitches that I shouldn’t fuck

Lately I been making all these records that the hood’ll love

I’m just tryna make my family eat from what I’m cooking up

Inside the wrapper ain’t shit sweet

It’s actually kina grimey

Baby in from the 90s

Maybe that’s where you’ll find me

Across the

Zellers looking proper

Sipping vodka

I Rock a bandanna, 05 Santana

Make sure my juelz bling bling and glam cameras

The diplomat, I ain’t talking no damn sanders

Know niggas old as flintstones still bam hammers

Bam bam

Yea I turned my Ls around now they go bLam bLam

Nigga That’s 7, 8 9s up in the damn van

Head down, Defeat is up just like a handstand

Gun is like a game show, I think you can dance nigga

Buay del patio que sopa

Round here we dance kompa

Haitian nou konsa

Ironic how my trini bitch squirt like a super soca

Vida loca

Huh

But she giving everyone a ride the bitch is Oprah

Im with her bestie, Cuba we sip memosas

On a real beach, broke niggas go to oka

Fuck your house fuck your bed and your fuckin sofa

Cuz I’m taking over

I’m Rick James bitch, show me your chocha

I know they love Sosa

But what about kola?

Hola

Oh Oh hello howdy do ya? Don’t believe in rumors

But I heard you give killer brain like a tumor

Ha, See My Skin ain’t darker than my humor

I’m in a dark place please someone find my jeweler

Pussy niggas smell fishy, barracuda

Lord, I Finally found my prey now hallelujah

I know Latinos that won’t hesitate to shoot ya

And make your ass bachata like Aventura

Who ya thought you was fuckin with? It wasn’t me can’t be

Understand me

This them scary hours Halloween antsy

They thought I was handing out sweets but it’s needles in the candy

Dandy

No plan b I’m raw dog I’m all in

And that wack shit that y’all on appalling

This ain’t me it’s God dawg a calling

And my grandma is prolly the boss up there

From sweet talks to salt tears

The taste bittersweet when the sulk clears

I stargaze and wish we could talk there

This shit called life really unfair

Inside the wrapper is an angry fan

That had to sugarcoat his talents, do the dancy dance

But ima always put in work just like a handy man

Remember nothing really sweet up in this Candyland