Lyrics

What's the problem? Come on, I'll take you home (Conductor) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you know who the fuck it is (Ayo) When God molded me, he made nothing else like it It's easy to be yourself, but lames still try to bite the likeness Niggas really ain't worth shit, either way you slice it (Niggas washed) As long as my connect don't play with the prices, I'm righteous A gold smile, pal, your whole style is now cipher My main focus is collectin' check and drivе the price up On my bullshit when I mic up I slidе through, throw the smokers a pebble for pay, and then they pipe up Fuck a short, but I take nineteen from my favorite fiend He owe me a favor, I give him the gauge and he make a scene Palm filthy from the dirty dough, no way to make it clean Prada on the body of my ho, she from Jamaica, Queens Head to toe in designer clothes, fuck state greens I seen a nigga whole face ripped open in HD Caught a few cases and dirt, dunny, I'm waist deep At this location, droppin' a check in the AC My niggas real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever Real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever I'm familiar with the scales, sandwich bags, and the frequent buyers Filthy bread, gettin' slow head from ghetto Mýas My gun fire and it's black, like a car tire All of my bars barbed wire, they admire That's why them niggas all copy, but they'll never be flyer Don't give a fuck about celebrity, that cheddar be higher On my list, free my brother Drama, he been down for six Since a jit been duckin' the pigs in the Crown Vic' They want the Oxycontin pills, fishscale and that brown shit Aim at the target, make sure that all of my rounds hit Dope boy pedigree, a couple times a shooter at the scene allegedly But God had plans for my destiny Life a bitch I dicked, but I'm lit, so she don't be stressin' me My BAPE satchel got a thousand ecstasy I think you're taking your girlfriend to the movies or something No, we're coming from the movies And, uh As we're coming out, these incredible, awful-looking Dead creatures come out And try to hurt us As they close in on us, an amazing thing happened, you know? Conductor, we have a problem
Writer(s): Jerome Anthony Allen, Denzel Dewayne Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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