C-C-C-Conductor

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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 20,000 to get him gone (hahaha)

I said, "Last week, you shot a n- 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 ain't sayin' I′m the end all, be all

Man, f-, I′m the end all, be all (f- it)

You laughin' at the list they ain′t puttin' me on (hahaha, ah)

High steppin′ on the bricks likе Deon

I f- up this summer (I did)

Makе sure you tell 'em n- back there in the office countin′ numbers (tell 'em)

Don't ever judge a book by the cover

B-, judge a cook by how it bubble (Stove)

Yeah, yeah (oh)

Pagin′ Conductor, Nack, n-

Superman Nack (yeah)

Captain Nack Sparrow (ahaha, oh)

Lo′ verdadero' pirata′

¿Tú me entiende'?

Pegao′ a la Y

Y'all n- know the story (arriba)

It′s all glory

Ayo (uh-huh)

I need my n- to come back from the past

Without me havin' to manifest through this fly livin' (I miss my n-)

My n- Fuji was the heart of mine, Tragic Allies (Fuj)

My nigga Diamond was my partner and my first barber (man, that′s your barber)

That n- had me late night, studio with all the guala, guala n-

Talkin′ numbers, now the hustlers be jumpin' like "Cowabunga" (Trap)

Hit you n- with fat s-, treinta y uno

Was never 28 (official), never needed to hustle OT

But n- 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 grasses to the gringo

You focusin' on your next single (what′s wrong with you?), I'm with your b- 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- was furious

Thotties watch my elevation and plus weird n- 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-

Yeah, s- alchemy, my n-

Woah, gold Versace frame, live glorious (bling, bling, bling, bling, bling, yeah)

You know the story kid

You know, n-, you know

N-, you know

N-, you know

N-, you know the vibes, yo, uh

These n- 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- come give you a kiss goodnight (mwah)

A sniff of white s-, you fuck around, that was impolite

Baby, I'm just livin′ my life (s-, you good?), you only get one, so just live it right

None of this s- came overnight, took so many long days of sacrifice

I′m just livin' my afterlife, just made another 20,000 sittin′ at the light (that's my word)

They say to raise a man it take a village, uh (that was b-)

I run a real business, I ain′t just tryna maintain an image (for real)

And talk n- to death 'bout how I′m a crazy spitter

But I will talk your ass 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- (not at all)

I was thinkin′ small too 'til my money got bigger (real s-)

N- couldn′t f- with me since ElCamino One (at all)

Richest n- 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, p-, get you smacked with this .8 (get 'em)

Fishscale fryin' while your clique still lyin′ (clique still lyin′)

Ain't no plastic on my ratchet, n-, this real iron, uh

Me and Lord West connect, down in some set with vests

20 shots in the sky, n-, 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 50s, 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-

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- socially distant

Give a broke n- a ten-pack

Right, look

I represent the hustlers, the dons, rap purists (woah)

Separate the bosses from bums, pack stealers (right)

I never wanna hear about consignment and stats serious (really)

I don′t take advice from n- that fly Spirit (You can't trust a n- 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)

41 millimetres, 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-)

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- up the price, DZA" (ha)

Doggy, your method ain′t workin', throw your hustle in rice, n-

Night, night n- (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 40 settin' plate, I keep a b- 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, boom

Locked down at ten, I got the microwave from 9:50, don′t touch my s- (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- her, who last digits 0-5-5?

Children hospital n-, every time we wake up, somebody gon' die (somebody gon′ die)

Ayo, remember T-Dot, n-

We used to cut the bottom of the motherf- mop buckets, n-

Put six rices and motherf- eight soups in that sh-

Mrs. Dash and Goya

I don't know what the f- I don′t know what all the seasoning you had

But n-, when you dumped the rice out, n-, the bottom of that s- was burgundy, n-

We don't f- play around

I want ten green, all that sh-

0-5-5, n-

Free Sly, he 0-19 though

Free DC Black

Ah

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