Conductor, we have a problem

Conductor, we have a problem

Yeah

Okay, okay

Okay, okay

Ah

**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with Shots, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with Mayweather, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with Killer Tone, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with The Drum, ain't here to tell about it

Yeah

**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it

Ah

He was an innocent kid, streets made a felon out him

Shit, innocent kid, we made a felon out him

Wheelchair in front of the mic, bro hitting record

Feel like Mr. Notorious doing "Kick In the Door," uh

Fiend hit the dope once, it made his heart bust

Fentanyl strong, he died from a grain of salt worth

They say, "Machine, what's your skill set?"

Tell 'em, "Ain't a **** played with me that ain't get killed yet"

Uh, extendo in the KelTec, it's signed and sealed, I'm still best

Fuck around and you gon' get put on the grill next

Mud on my cleats, I was still in it when the field wet

The grand architect, just watch what I'ma build next

Sent youngin' on a kill mission, that's just his field test

Them M's come in portions weekly, that's how we meal prep

Ayo, they know Machine a real threat

I'll kick your pregnant baby mama down a flight of steel steps

I rap but I still step

It ain't at least seven figures, that ain't a real check

Just pay me everything up front, that make me feel best

Don't get it fucked up

I had to hustle to get here, they think I lucked up

I turn up my bitch wrist, that shit a buck plus

Middle of the street, empty the Drac' and flip his truck up

Wax worm on top of the Scatter Brain crushed up

Shit, when I lost my **** Prick, that shit crushed us

You know if it's my bitch 'cause her wrist all bust up

Them pussy **** huff, puff, and beat on they chest

But they ain't tough, fuck them ****, man

Look at my progress

Now it's Benz trucks that pull up in the projects

I trusted the process

I did everything I say, I didn't break my promise

I'm just being honest

I mean, your flow is sort of mine, so this where we draw the line

You went to Saks for your drip, shit, they imported mine

Exotic reptile skins, I turned water to wine

Look, it's Slant Face Killah

You said it's up when you see me, boy, we can't wait, ****

You don't want real beef, you plant-based, ****

I damn near went gold off a damn tape filler

It's Drumwork

You **** can't play with us, I swear

Ah

Shit

I wanted Machine to do the hook again and then I go

Uh

**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with Griselda, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with Shots, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with Killer Tone, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with SK, ain't here to tell about it

**** played with The Drum, ain't here to tell about it

Uh

Ain't here to tell about it

**** played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it

You can smell it cookin' on the wake up

I seen **** ballin' then fall like Vin Baker

First, The Jackson 5 br–

Man, sometimes motherfuckers break up

It was solid when they stamped it, sometimes them motherfuckers break up

I ain't complaining, that shit cross a lot of hands in the travel

I'm still gon' sell it all from the biggest rock to the gr–

I sneeze money, I piss Ace now

Before we was throwing weight 'round

Let's do a hypothetic breakdown

If you got a half a bird for nine

And water whipped it all the way 'round

Pulled 'em out the pot, laughing, like, "Put that shit on the plate now"

You turn that half to a whole and sell every gram for a hunnid

Subtract twenty-eight 'cause you probably throw your lil' **** a onion

Try to get him on his feet till they blitz on 'em, he fumbled

That shit come out to like ninety-seven thousand somethin', give or take

The smokers that come short, you know that's how they play

Take away the nine thousand you paid and the rest is what you made

You put twenty in the stash and the rest back in the game

Shit, if that's what you was doing, that's probably how you should do it

But you know this shit be all cap, you know this shit is just music

Shit, you know the movement, the Scorpion boys (Griselda)

It's my time now, I'm driving the Rolls-Royce through the doors

Light skin legend, coke water reverend, Lamborghini revvin'

Outside Maple and Ash, late to a session

She mad, she said that wagyu ain't gon' taste like wagyu once we reach the exit

Stove God, I'm the closest thing you gon' get to perfection

I'm Jordan, you, nah

I'm Kobe, you, nah

I'm 'Bron and you Richard Jefferson, let me vent

They say these **** good, but they ain't good enough

And if they sleep, I hope that coma so long that they pull the plug

West went Super Flygod, Butch got an Emmy

Con got the crown, I went diamond on the digi'

I went O.J. with the Grizzlies, is you shitting me?

Look at my progress

Look at the way I made that pot dance

1st and 15th was prime time, I had to high step

Rodman '89 'ship

How you celebrating? He ain't died yet

Damn, Conductor, where'd you find this?

Stove