Lyrics

verse 1:
He had Drip like Mars Blackmon/
Bar None, no one above him, a Powerhouse who lived for the action/
Chain was kinda Chunky, milky smooth for the fans/
A 5 Star recruit, on 5th Ave, he spent a 100 Grand/
Pushed a Black Cadbury Whip, dark spoiler Kit/
Kats on the block, he would (w)rap and loiter with/
On Fast Breaks, never Butterfingers with rock/
U-No the status, made ankles Snap, Crackle, and Pop/
Snickers from his critics made him look for medals/
Drove 'em coconuts the way he pushed the Pebble(s)/
Black Thunder on the Breakaway; Hershey residence/
Regardless of the Skor, he Lindt Excellence/
they spent Ms&Ms just to watch his silky play/
Out of this Galaxy, he left the Milky Way/
The Top Deck, Double Decker, Old Faithful fountain/
they called him Mr. Big, he climbed the Mounds and the Mountains/ (c’mon)

hook:
Soul for Real, in hood we make candy rain/

verse 2:
After games he searched the town for a Good Bar/
And met Reese; Pieces of her Dream she looked for/
kept her Yorkie with her, diamond clustered collar/
Her PayDay would come; she was plotting for the dollars/
and wishes to Skinny Dip to be his misses/She said,
“Gimmie some Sugar Baby, come take these chocolate Kisses”/
This Star was Crunchie Crisp, he kept her wrist froze/
in pursuit of his foreign bank accounts of Swiss Rolls/
She claimed Forever Yours, too much sweetness made him ill/
and held Zero tolerance for him playing the field/
Named their new Baby Ruth, she was Just Born/
A little Almond of Joy to Take 5 from the storms/
That’s when his best man Flaked on 'em; fresh out of county/
A Trio of 3 Musketeers, on his head, put out a Bounty/
His Kind was Endangered, they raised the bets/
He said, “through Whopper downfalls, I’mma still be Raisinettes”/ (catch up y'all)

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