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 to your low coat
F*ck a job, we robbed and sold dope
Ice on a gold rope
F*ck 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 tho
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 f*ck the police
Never friendly with those that jail ya
Tryna f*ck 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' risk 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' risk just to stuff
Money in my joggers
Deep in the mix with dealers and robbers
Ayo i want a mansion
With high ass ceilings the money dancin'
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 poppy
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!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
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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 to your low coat
F*ck a job, we robbed and sold dope
Ice on a gold rope
F*ck 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 tho
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 f*ck the police
Never friendly with those that jail ya
Tryna f*ck 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' risk 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' risk just to stuff
Money in my joggers
Deep in the mix with dealers and robbers
Ayo i want a mansion
With high ass ceilings the money dancin'
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 poppy
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!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!
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 to your low coat
F*ck a job, we robbed and sold dope
Ice on a gold rope
F*ck 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 tho
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 f*ck the police
Never friendly with those that jail ya
Tryna f*ck 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' risk 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' risk just to stuff
Money in my joggers
Deep in the mix with dealers and robbers
Ayo i want a mansion
With high ass ceilings the money dancin'
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 poppy
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!
Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem!