The Revenge of Flips Leg

Con-conductor Aimin' fire at your favorite (bow-bow) Bum-ass niggas is fugazi, I spit in all of they faces Flagarant, was pushin' percoects on the pavement Now we in Paris posin' in Prada like it's the Vogue pages (conductor, uh-huh) All praise is due, I teach you niggas like I'm Noble Drew We global, you not even close to notable (you niggas trash) We eatin' nobu, blows C-notes, paid for quotables Take notice, I'm a star, like the logo on golden goose I'm allergic to broke, my only focus is foldin' loot Got my funds, doin' fraud, had boulders for your noses too Bowls from Oakland but fuck the hoes from the ocean views They want the likes more than the loot, livin' life confused A fallen angle that God blessed In a fast foreign car, keep a firearm in the armrest Foreign broads flirtin' with the guard, they want sex (uh-huh) But lately, I'm these hoes heartthrob and they conquest Dusty ass dollar store niggas no contest (whatever) Mixed Denim Tears with Dior's, a calm flex Hold the devil's heart in my palm and take his horns next Pose with my foot on his neck, motherfucker Glory to the king Glory to the king He has been good, He's so good Glory to the king Ayo, stuffed in my dope spot, Lord I had the door swinging, broom sweeping up residue I seen Bruce fiendin', said he needed three more dollars I told him, boom, keep it (conductor) Sherell shot a nigga ass, he jumped out screamin' Landed on the third floor eatin' tai, rockin' furs Shit gettin' dry, I use my passports to get them birds Hear me out, we break 'em all down, go to Jackson Plus Sherell go to Jackson state, we could tax 'em Went to Hong, come and rob some niggas for some furniture (ah) Fifty-yard line max small with the muggler Ski mask hell would look short, put it on the scale Three more stops on Greyhound with dark-skin Jerel Prada jellies, Celine Bag, Coke Makaveli Hit the stove straight to plate Make sure the tops Kelly jump off for two months No vacancy, money prompts you holding two pumps See he got two trunks (skrrt) Last night I had a dream, sly was out the feds And Flip hit the lotto and bought a new leg Glory to the king Glory to the king He has been good, He's so good Glory to the king Shouldn't be on the phone anyway You should be practicing on your art