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C-C-C-Conductor Ah Stovie's home, I spin keys to gold Saran wrap on the floor, been rippin' 'em like Bruce Bowen My young boy got the pole, his stock went up though (Ha) He said now he want twenty thousand to get him gone (Hahaha) I said, "Last week, you shot a n***a over an emoji" (He did) Followed him home and ran him up the steps like Stallone (Brr, bap, bap) With the Uzi bag on to catch the shells like Julio Jones (Brr, bap, bap, bap) My plug look like Razor Ramon (Woo) I'm not sayin' I'm the end all, be all Man, f**k it, I'm the end all, be all (F**k it) We laughin' at the list they ain't puttin' me on (Hahaha, ah) High steppin' on thе bricks like Deon I f**ked up this summеr (I did) Make sure you tell 'em n***as back there in the office countin' numbers (Tell 'em) Don't ever judge a book by the cover B*t*h, judge a cook by how it bubble (Stove) Yeah, yeah (Oh) Pagin' Conductor Nack, n***a Superman Nack (Yeah) Captain Nack Sparrow (Ahaha, oh) El verdadero pirata, tú me entiendes Entregamos las que (Coño) Y'all n***as know the story (Arriba) It's all glory (lo daddy) Ayo (Uh huh) I need my n***as to come back from the past Without me havin' to manifest through this fly livin' (I miss my n***as) My n***a Fuji was the heart of mine, Tragic Allies (Fuj) My n***a Diamond was my partner and my first barber (Man, that's your barber) That n***a had me late night, studio with all the guala, guala n***as Talkin' numbers ([?]), now the hustlers be jumpin' like "Cowabunga" (Trap) Hit you n***as with fat sh*t, treinta y uno Was never twenty eight (Official), never needed to hustle OT But n***as will come from OT to see me (What you need?) So my connection was impeccable, now exceptional (Yeah) Bones used to bring them through when they was blue (Adlib), he let me hold a few Then the feds came to RICO, the pressure was uncontrollable, yo (Woo) It's time to get this money back and longer (Let's get this back) Better have your ratchet on you, Crips California (Crips) Dominicans don't play, from Washington Heights to Lynn to Lawrence Santa Domingo get the grams of the gra**es to the gringo You focusin' on your next single (What's wrong with you?), I'm with your b*t*h tryna mingle Riches, Puerto Rico, Francisco, bring 'em in through Haiti Coast guard easier to pay off (Toma!) We ain't playin' games and ain't tryna take the day off (Woah) 2010, I made a hundred in the street, n***as was furious Thotties watch my elevation and plus weird n***as hatin' on me And they was curious (Damn), lactose made our livin' luxurious (Woah) Everything we touch in a Golden State like the Warriors, n***a (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Yeah, sh*t's alchemy, my n***a Woah, gold Versace frame, live glorious (Bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, yeah) You know the story kid You know, n***a, you know N***a, you know N***a, you know N***a, you know the vibes, yo, uh These n***as hate to see me winnin' (They hate that) I fell off the jungle gym and then I started whippin' Right at the blink of an eye, we went from slapboxin' to pistol fights (Bow, bow) My lil' Puerto Rican b*t*h'll come give you a kiss goodnight (Mwah) A sniff of white sh*t, you f**k around, that was impolite Baby, I'm just livin' my life (Sh*t, you good?), you only get one, so just live it right None of this sh*t came overnight, took so many long days of sacrifice I'm just livin' my afterlife, just made another twenty thousand sittin' at the light (That's my word) They say to raise a man it take a village, uh (That was bullsh*t) I run a real business, I ain't just tryna maintain an image (For real) And talk n***as to death 'bout how I'm a crazy spitter But I will talk your a** to death 'bout how I made six figures (Let's talk about it) And as far as the ones left, ain't that many real n***as (Not at all) I was thinkin' small too 'til my money got bigger (Real sh*t) N***as couldn't f**k with me since ElCamino One (At all) Richest n***a under 30 and that's on my son (Lord, Lord) Wrist on Bruce Banner, my clique brought a few blammers (Huh) Flee, I'm finna make a movie, watch me whip on two cameras (Whip, whip) Have to flip the weight, my savage just ate Talkin' 'bout ones, pu**y, get you smacked with this eight (Get 'em) Fishscale fryin' while your clique still lyin' (Clique still lyin') Ain't no plastic on my ratchet, n***a, this real iron, uh Me and Lord West connect, down in some set with vests Twenty shots in the sky, n***a, come catch the rest (Brr) Big choppas rollin' in the cherry red Bentley (Skrrt) Yeah, I'm light on my feet, but I'm heavy with the semi (Boom, boom) Rockin' Palm Angels, youngins poppin' long bangers Yeah, you know the vibes, when I pop up, the song changes (Facts) Flee Delgado, three plates for a verse (Uh huh) You can hate, but I'll wipe you off the face of the Earth, uh (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Bustin' two fifties, left some resi' on the counter Phone ringin' off the hook, the cook be ready in an hour, huh (Whip, whip, whip) I said the phone ringin' off the hook (Whip), be ready in an hour Kushed God, b*t*h The FLYGOD sent the smoke signal and I appeared out the pound I'm gon' give you a little gem You wanna see a n***a socially distant Give a broke n***a a ten-pack Right, look I represent the hustlers, the dons, rap purists (Woah) Seperate the bosses from bums, pack stealers (Right) I never wanna hear about consignment and stats serious (Really) I don't take advice from n***as that fly Spirit (You can't trust a n***a that fly Spirit) Top tier since my appearance (Uh) They frontin' on you, tell 'em SMD, that's what the Henny said (Hahaha) Sayin' I'm underrated, who made the ratings anyway? Hundred million dollar thinker, you won't just pay me anything (Uh) Forty one millimeters, kit purchase (Right) Wifey got some start up money, no big purses (Right) Can't put you in position, it's a disservice (Uh) And I still get emotional when I hear Nip verses (My n***a) Victory Lap as I'm burnin' this ounce (Uh) Run down on you with burners, they sendin' threats from burner accounts (Damn) More work, I done furthered the count You been hustlin' all your life and still, you ain't earn this amount They like "Don't f**k up the price, DZA" (Ha) Doggy, your method ain't workin', throw your hustle in rice, n***a Night night, n***as (Brr) Ayo, the K shooter (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) It'll spray in your face like Great Muta (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) I break the big eight on the forty settin' plate, I keep a b*t*h like Luna Vachon Take 'em to the country, triple my bomb Triple H with the sledgehammer (Ah) Meet me with three shooters at the rec, that's Fed grammar (Woo) Two books got me a veggie roll Locked down at ten, I got the microwave from 9:50, don't touch my sh*t (Ah) Cut the bottom of the mop bucket, don't get none to NO I told him he can get in with an onion He was frontin' like he had one, that's why them Latin Kings stabbed him already He had the joint on him, ain't shot nothin' Law library bloody, CO time to slip those Somethin' with a fat a**, I been coulda f**ked her, who last digits 0-5-5? Children hospital n***as, every time we wake up, somebody gon' die (Somebody gon' die) Ayo, remember T-Dot, n***a We used to cut the bottom of the motherf**kin' mop buckets, n***a Put six rices and motherf**kin' eight soups in that sh*t Mrs. Dash and Goya I don't know what the f**k, I don't know what all the seasonings you had But n***a, when you dumped the rice out, n***a, the bottom of that sh*t was burgundy, n***a We don't f**kin' play around I want ten green, all that sh*t 0-5-5, n***a Free Sly, he 0-19 though Free DC Black Ah Griselda by Fashion Rebels
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