Conductor
Yeah (Conductor)
Hm, Machine back
Ah, you know, light up

At this point I´m just unfuckwitable, nigga
Hm-hm, yeah

Four chicken wings, lobster fried rice, still on that hood shit
Four homicides in the same night, we on that bullshit
I´m Trick Daddy with the pots, whippin´ that girl, she such a good bitch
18-wheelers bringin´ the za, we gettin´ hood rich (Uh, look)

Blew 50 at the Louis V store out in Paris
Rollin´ up a hundred crowns at the Louvre, bitch I´m arrogant
You know papi on 10th Street had the heroin

On the megabus takin´ bricks down to Maryland (Talk to these niggas, king, yeah)
On the megabus takin´ bricks down to Maryland
Your dog locked, you keep him outside and take care of him
I´m pullin´ up, German engineering, bitches stare at him
The Benz white, my shooter like Glen Rice
Champion piece, a pesto margarita thin slice
Big pipe in this 3X Pelle Pelle
I hate all of you rappers, I´m Melle Mel
The flow is Kane vs. Undertaker, this Hell in a Cell
Really from the trenches, give a fuck ´bout no record sales
Well, the fit fresh, I just need a photo
Griselda Records, I should be the logo
Bitch text me, said she ´bout to leave Komodo

R&B star, shit, it probably was Coco

Four chicken wings, lobster fried rice, still on that hood shit
Four homicides in the same night, we on that bullshit
I´m Trick Daddy with the pots, whippin´ that girl, she such a good bitch
18-wheelers bringin´ the za, we gettin´ hood rich

I done seen niggas fall a lot, seen niggas ball a lot
Two million tucked in my parking spot
Triple that on real estate, my couch cost 88
I call that sittin´ on 80K, I´m heavyweight (Pushin buttons in the Porsche and shit)

TEC on me like IT, quick like Ali
Bruce Lee Roy, choppin´ nine keys
Prepare for the bullshit, I´m ducked off, sippin´ on a chai tea
Spillin´ weed crumbs on my white tee
Italian wood floors in my crib, I´m not a ball player
If you not talkin´ big numbers, I´ma call you later
Glidin´ in the 992 lookin´ like Terminator
Me and money correlated, I´m manifesting bigger things
Been seein´ RICOs, block got swept clean
Copped the Benz from Nino´s, tucked it on 23´s
I was ´bout 19, baby boy on the way
Weighin´ up 50 Ps, prayin´ that I make it safe
Prayin´ that these niggas (Hold up, hold up, hold up)

Prayin´ that they won´t tell, knowin´ that these niggas fake
Still on that hood shit (Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Candy house not y´alls, on my way to serve a J

What´s happenin´? Conway
Comin´ live from 100th Point, California, nigga (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
All the way to Buffalo (Man, damn)
TFM (Condutor, we have a problem!)
Griselda