This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Pandemic nobody out trick or treating
I'm on the stoop with a big bowl of sweets
Nobody walking down my dimly lit street man
COVID got the whole rap game slow
No concerts, festivals or Halloween shows
Which gives me a great idea,
Told me homies wait right here
Ran to the storage where all my cds and merch sit
Collecting dust cause nobody's making a purchase
So I gather up a bunch of slim cases
I wanna see the look on those kids faces when my mixtape is
In the bags of loot
Gotta be better than toothbrushes and some fruit
Get all your essential vitamins and nutrients
Especially when 2 Mello is producing it
Seriously wouldn't you rather rock to beats
Then cop some sweets that'll just rot your teeth
Word, tell the neighborhood you copped from me
Want a job? Cause I got a whole box of these
This gone put me and family on
Mixtapes! Way better than candy corn
Man
We done wrote the fairytale ending
Save halloween and get on! That's a win win
You ask trick or treat
You gone get these beats
Can you feel the heat
You don't need them sweets
Gotta get my music heard somehow
I gotta get it heard somehow
I gotta get it heard somehow
Season's change can't be grieving at all
Death is beautiful. Look at the leaves in the fall
Ain't that why we do Halloween, you could call
That the dream
Having kids trick or treat
They just walk
Down the streets
Of our neighborhoods
Dressed as monsters and heroes, and actors
Or even me. Their favorite rapper
Nah, that last part is wishful thinking
So is all of the above cuz this year, no one's trick or treating
No joy from handing candy out to cute kids
No Halloween ragers where I get too lit
My baby isn't feeling cupid
Tonight
And shows don't exist so I'm in my basement making music
Lo and behold I get a knock at my door
Kids yelling, different voices. I heard maybe 4
And just off boldness
I put some CDs in some sacks
Hit the door and said
Pass out this DOPENESS
You ask trick or treat
You gone get these beats
Can you feel the heat
You don't need them sweets
Gotta get my music heard somehow
I gotta get it heard somehow
I gotta get it heard somehow
Richie
I'm the killer taking out your homies
With a Jason mask on cuz fauci told me
If that's sacrilege then I doubt I'm holy
Spent the COVID relief on a gaudy Rollie
My flow wrapped in gold like rolos
Killer like De la Cruz in coco
Got a vampire chick she drives me loco
Cuz she goes ghost after she busts she so cold
Got me smoking on this proton pack
Tryna find sanctuary no growth on back
But I got a hunch if I get the flow on track
That life will get sweet but low on fat
Living in a candy land but no django
2 Mello seasoned the beat like Bojangles
I'll take one of their wings with no angels
Flow so sweet it'll leave your teeth mangled
You ask trick or treat
You gone get these beats
Can you feel the heat
You don't need them sweets
Gotta get my music heard somehow
I gotta get it heard somehow
I gotta get it heard somehow