Church Fan

Conductor, we have a problem

Yeah, mm-mm

Conductor, Con—

Uh-huh, that's right

Check it out

Look, look

I keep on patching in without a cross stitch (Uh-huh)

My crafts fine art, if you indoors, you should have raised your paddle like a forklift (Woo!)

The trife life is infamous for sending shook ones on up north trips (Ha)

My net worth since opposite of the Forbes list, it's hard shit

The options is limited (Limited)

See they told me to build a fire that you profit from kindling (That's right!)

That DW piece is emerald cut, rocks in the emblem (You see it)

It's a pool in that yacht, then I'm swimming in (Ha!)

I still know where I came from though, I ain't forgot, I remember it, yo

The streets is not for the timid, you gotta be millitant (Yeah)

Lil' girl was fourteen, got robbed of her innocence (Yeah)

My pain provided profit and the profit is instantaneous (Facts)

Ah, the view inside our ghettos don't contain them positive images (Nuh-uh)

**** on the block, they toting Glocks and rocking they grimaces

Trauma delivered 'em, vodka was sipping it

Butterscotch suede stock on they Timberlands (Woo!)

Tell me is this how God created man from the start of our Genesis?

I create these flows and drop me a gem in it

Blowing brains like a shotty to Remington

Yeah, we back moving

My mans scoring like T-Mac, Houston (Brrr!)

All red with a ski mask shooting (Ooh)

That boy was issuing threats

But I don't really think he that stupid (Hahaha)

Shoot out your leg, got your knee cap blew in

Leg shot, he in the triage wounded

Thinking if he want his fam part of a repass movement

That mental clarity set in as he had leaked that fluid

You understand the real when life deliver the message 'cause it's reaped that fluent

Reap that

What's more important? The revenge or being there for his family? (Uh)

That's like asking me if I wanna watch my daughter walk across the stage

Or if I wanna be there for the Grammys (Woo)

Had to learn it ain't for me if it don't enhance me or advance me

Talk that talk!

Brrr!

Know what it is, ****, big DrumWork shit

Know when you see that DW, you know what it is

High power rap, ****

Step the lyrics up, fucking with us, ****

Cypher with anybody

Conductor

We back, hip-hop is back, ****

Conductor, we have a problem

Yeah, Machine, baby

Conductor

Praise, praise the Lord, everybody

Praise the Lord

Praise the Lord, everybody

Praise the Lord

Now everything that have breath do what?

Praise the Lord

God is good, what?

All the time

And all the time, God is what?

Good!

He's good

He's goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody—

He's good!