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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Westside Gunn
Westside Gunn
Vocals
Conway the Machine
Conway the Machine
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Conductor Williams
Conductor Williams
Producer
Conductor Williams
Conductor Williams
Producer
FlyGod Jr
FlyGod Jr
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Conductor, we have a pr- Uh Now I have news about my CD player Conductor All praises, Allah saved us (hah) Used to send the lil' homie to the store To get us more razors (get some sandwich bags) Now I see my name written in Forbes pages (uh-huh) Don't think 'cause the boy famous, I ain't more dangerous (woo) More flagrant (ah), tap danced on the work, Sammy Davis My nigga had 20, walk the shit down Only thing he had was Allah and patience Gallery Department, leave his own paint on the laces (yeah) Might push the Cornichе, velour seats (uh-huh) Got it out the mud, still in thе field, Dior cleats Pop gon' hide the body, they won't find you for four weeks (boom, boom, boom) Listen to they album, that shit all weak, we pour Cliq' (hah) A yo, WrestleMania ten years straight, floor seats Porsche jeeps (skrrt), MACs hangin' out, his brains blew four feet I dry real niggas tears 'cause I seen that The rest of Sly life he gotta use CorrLinks (ah) Uh, I know these pussy niggas mad I made it Lost two hundred racks, I took the PJ back to Vegas (hahahaha) Million dollar deals, I been becomin' more acclimated (uh-huh) Her pussy good, ain't had no smell, I had to ate it (come here, bitch) I had a brick, he needed nine, I had to break it Two-tone bags, back to back, Ksubis faded (Conductor) The ones truly cater, shoot up your house Hit you or who related (brrt, brrt, brrt) He sniffed a line and got rejuvenated Uh, Machine, bitch, I spit on one of your kids (hah) My dog locked, I wish I could split up one of his bids (free the homie) You take ten, I take ten, it is what it is (I'll do ten) We gon' come come home together and do it big (we comin' home) A yo, bullets felt like bear hugs, two in his ribs (boom, boom, boom, boom) Feds raided, didn't find shit, two in the fridge (ah) Shot your block up, the whole street know what I did (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Momma Love came out screamin' out, "My baby" (not my baby)
Writer(s): Demond Price, Alvin Worthy, Denzel Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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