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Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor, we have a problem Conductor, Conductor, we have a problem When my pockets was broke, I had dreams of gettin' dollars like the Roc-A-Fellas Turn a MetroCard to a red drop Carrera School cool, but really, you learn a lot from errors A fool wastes time thinkin' that he got forever The grind was rock, now it's guap for the acapella Switch the plot with fours, pull out the Glock endeavours Five pounds, a trigger don't take lots of pressure Live rounds, you and your niggas get popped together (Bow, bow, bow) Spin your top, this chopper don't got no propeller Burn you like a ghost pepper I learned to keep my mouth closed, niggas'll never know my next move It hurt they soul when they weigh less, uncessfull You trash niggas should make one group, call it "Cesspool" (Haha) Couple peers that I respect and the rest food Win or lose, play the game, they ain't make it fair You held back by your fears, they ain't think I could take it there (I did) Now in a week, I could clear what you make a year Turned a couple crumbs to a plate with plenty to spare Stretch the gear, dance on it like Fred Astaire In fresh-dressed debonair, the Devil ain't never near (Never) His arms to short to land somethin' You either starvin' or you huntin', hustlin' or tryna scam somethin' Letras de cancionesYou fell quick, you ain't stand for nothin' Get money was the plans, Black man, hunnid miles and runnin' Your arms to short to land somethin' You either starvin' or you huntin', hustlin' or tryna scam somethin' You fell quick, you ain't stand for nothin' Get money was the plans, Black man, hunnid miles and runnin' Successes don't come to the comfortable (Nah) Gotta scrape your knuckles, the jungle will never comfort you Your actions speak louder, don't say what the fuck you gonna do A lot of niggas got dreams that they don't see comin' true Gotta have the vision I saw God in my darkest hour, thought I never had religion A hard head'll learn when he on the path to listen (Uh-huh) I only came here to earn and stack massive chicken (Money) Push a foreign and talk fly And put the mash on you niggas like Klinger and Hawkeye From Letras Mania