[ Featuring Rome Streetz ]
C-C-Conductor
Ayo, whatchu after? The Honda or the AMG? (Whatchu want?)
Sidelined to major leagues
Stampin' nothin' or play for keeps? (Huh?)
Thank God, hear loud and clear when you pray for peace (what?)
Or are you just a piece of pray for the predator in the streets? (What the f*ck?)
Better think about it (think about it)
Is the glass half-empty or half-full enough to get a drink up out it? (Drink up out it)
Few questions that I needed answered
I need mounts of millions in my account, f*ck trickin' on a dancer (f*ck that shit)
I know niggas don't want no smoke, this shit cause cancer (nah)
We livin' life in the scope, everything on the camera (what the f*ck?)
I kept it low, stashed the hammer in a clothes hamper
Catch a lick, book a vic, make him put his hands up (gimme that)
Know the procedure, when the pockets empty and the fridge got no food
Crime the only thing that feed ya (I need money)
I get mine, not a lost nigga that follow leaders (nah)
I use the truth to smack the shit out a non-believer
Trial and error, experience my only teacher
All you motherf*ckers gettin' weaker (you niggas washed)
Some niggas stand for nothin', some die for a dollar (uh-huh)
Some niggas bang, others runnin' coward (what the f*ck?)
Some want the power, the other'll overdose on powder (damn)
Get yours, we got the same twenty-four hours (we do)
Don't spend all your days smokin' the sour, gettin' high
Life pass you by while we rakin' in thousands (stupid)
Shit'll add to mills, blow the deals
We hate that he stylin' (f*ck outta here)
You niggas washed and between us is a blatant imbalance
All hustle, ain't just gon' make it with talent (nah)
This god shit, art mixed with hard shit
Dark meet off-balance, motherf*cker
But, it's a balance
If there's an accident
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem (when you see the down sign, keep away)
(Go to the nearest phone and dial 9-9-9)
Conductor, we have a problem
