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Conductor Real shit, god, you niggas garbage, do better Rock a Rhude sweater, keep a few hoes like Hugh Hefner Hold a huge Heckler, let off two if it's new pressure Or old smoke, hollow flow through your 'Lo coat Fuck a job, we robbed and sold dope Ice on a gold rope Fuck your life nigga, I two-piece the pope I'm Smooth B, I sold Pete Rock for C-notes Dice games in the staircase, ghetto casino Was really on the scene, though, I know Pookiе and Nino I got G Money when I copped my first three Os Lockеd up, science was throwin' piss on the CO Was told do all my dirt fo' dolie and be low Real shit, I had to deal and scam just to get the dough Play with the bread, I'll flame your head like Bam Bam Bigelow Really run this shit, every goddamn nigga know If it ain't my clique it's slow, Griselda (Griselda) Made a nice profit pushin' paraphernalia Switched, now it's only audio dope that I sell ya Fuck the police, never friendly with those that jail ya Tryna fuck with me results in failure, nigga Shame what these lames do for dollars We play the game, but the shit ugly like chunky Balenciagas Takin' risks just to stuff money in my joggers Deep in the mix with dealers and robbers, nigga Shame what these lames do for dollars We play the game, but the shit ugly like chunky Balenciagas Takin' risks just to stuff money in my joggers Deep in the mix with dealers and robbers (Ayo) I want a mansion with high-ass ceilings to money dance in All about advancin' my finances, I used to take chances Throwin' rocks at the prison cops, my opposition Got my spot clickin', buy a load so papi dropped the ticket Pay for the demonstration, show you how to flip it Drug gymnast, mixin' powder like a chemist Found myself dwellin' on the dark side 'cause I was tempted By the fly shit, that I'd do anything to get it Raised by a single mother, pops an absentee If I had some guidance, shit'd probably be different, the trap attracted me They try to keep you blind to all the facts, but I had to see From where the grimy guys survive, the good face the tragedy Conductor, we have a problem! (Damn) Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem!
Writer(s): Jerome Anthony Allen, Denzel Dewayne Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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