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Can we get out of here? No, I'm enjoying this (Conductor, we have a problem) (Conductor, we have a problem) (Conductor, conductor, we have a problem) Yo, him star, I raise and rip a yute You're minuscule, gettin' paid work I weighed on the supreme digital (Uh-huh) I eat you niggas full (Fuck outta here) I played the low all night, gettin' right, sellin' a broken down '62 (I did) Now it's autograph lumb sums from rap residuals I know seein' me style is makin' you niggas miserable (Haha) Keep watchin' my moves, you gon' be suicidal I'm the God, I always knew to nevеr worship idols Do the care, if I blow the wig off, who hold thе title? It's spills of blood in my rival, all over his bible Zip ties on my Off-White Nike shoe Properly flip pies, click with guys that'll knife you (Uh-huh) Who don't speak much, read body language and move smart Keep a Chrome, Trey pound to match the Chrome hearts Pay me all time, all hundreds, like I'm a loan shark Mommy said, "You should be rich already, think you so smart" 'Fore monetary, I was wealthy in the mind already Playin' first to execute millions, I need many You niggas hopeless and your pockets got pennies with holes Your attempt to copy a slop if we broke the mode (Woah) Letras de cancionesI had coke, I made the fiends go blow for blow Whoever ain't overdose, niggas know we're close Hahaha Fuck outta here One brick, two brick, three (Hahaha) Ah Syrup in the sound case (Ah) You know who run shit (We do), kilo rappers unzipped (Oh) I mean, they probably did somethin', but they ain't done this (Haha) They shot the plug whip He died in the parking lot, with like a hundred bricks (Brr, brr) I got the news, was out in Paris, it fucked up my trip (Dang) Like, why he couldn't get killed after the drop-off? (Haha) We got the Maybach truck outside the Mondrian They like, "You doin' cocaine numbers with that vinyl, huh?" (We is) Yeah, bitch, I took that wax and went Daniel Son (Woo) I dove head first in the blocks Had the bread stuffed in a box, flame so hot, I dropped the pot I caught it and the cookie still was good, I'm Magic Johnson If we holdin' Ace bottles on the couch, we got the choppers in (Brr, baow, choppers) Ooh, the feds comin' (Ooh, they comin') Turn the phones off, the feds comin' (Turn the phones off) Them niggas hangin' out the window ain't tryna dead nothin' (Brr, baow) Them niggas ain't—, Stove, nigga (Haha) Yeah, this rap shit got me back, I swear to God, it's a blessin' We still toxic like ramen and Carmen Electra I'm puttin' them all in a shredder, my bars gettin' better I'm talkin' slickest raindrops fallin' off an umbrella That's what happens when them bullshit rumors get back to me (Heard what you said) It's like givin' an arsonist matches and gasoline, nigga I'm on your neck, like that tank on Master P, nah Nigga, I'm on your neck, like tag on tee's Coach called me in to play, I stopped playin' in bench (I did) My baby mama made a post and I stopped payin' the rent (Damn) My watch hit like, "Goddamn, the clock hittin' at six" Won't get a word out of whoever I hand a brick I'm a hustler, so I can deliver if you got an order (On my way) 'Cause they got rich off shit that was free, like bottle of water Who there when your dollars shorter? (Who there?) I'm like KD in Free Agency, powin' offers And I won't take a dollar shorter (Ah) You'd probably be up too if you had some rich partners Compressors make pack drink, like a rich doctor I'm a thrift shopper, brick locker, a whip copper WNBA, score on 'em and then block 'em (Then block 'em) Uh-huh, these for the boys that I made a man Hustlers, I handed they first packs and gave a chance If you're lookin' for a hustle and need you a stable plan I suggest you stand next to the God, like Abraham (Abraham) Butcher, nigga, ah, let's go The spring water And I was cracked out on crack cocaine, but I'm still fightin' 'Cause I got to keep my gloves on for the devil and his evil angels But I'm—, I'm—, I'm—, I was cracked out on crack cocaine Now I'm cracked out on Jesus And I'm a minister I'm a minister for the love, hallelujah Cracked out on crack cocaine, now he's a minister of the gospel From Letras Mania