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(Conductor, we have a problem) Uh-huh, uh-huh Ayo, yo Get the empty capsules out the cabinet Scale over there Yo I had eighteen O's in my top drawer (Uh-huh) Pocket full of dough, cuddies callin' my phone for the lock-jaw Now we overseas, French hoes tellin' me "Bonjour" (Uh-huh) Benz— no keys, before, the Ford Contour Used to serve 'em out the window Pills had 'em rollin' like Snoop Dogg in the '64 (Uh-huh) Now my shit hittin' like Wladimir Klitschko I've been that nigga, your mother, sister and bitch know Supreme box logos (Uh-huh), thots beggin' for photos My leather coat Yamamoto, drippin' like Solglo Pushups on the cell floor, countin' the days to go home Six-million ways to get paid, I need all dough (Sock it to my pocket) Mayweather cheddar, cybertruck Tesla Got 'em linin' up, they all stuck off of the tester (Haha) Before I met West, the cuddie was my best investor Stepper, baggin' up, meth on my dresser Hopin' God got me Side-steppin' the law, sold it all hard to Roxy Letras de cancionesNow they snap my picture like paparazzi Whip the Maserati like Ricky Bobby (Skrrt) Keep the blicky by me (Bah, bah, bah) Keep it on me like I.D Gains in my veins like fluid out the I.V Your favorite rapper just a body (These niggas trash) They hearin' footsteps in the dark like Isleys If you was me and I was you, I wouldn't try me It's a art to foldin' paper, origami Not a paper chaser, spendin' paper made off a Ponzi I got time today, might write a rhyme today The way I rhyme, perfect time to make a rapper rhymin' throw his rhymes away I ain't the kind to feel some kind of way This ain't that kind of play But, this kind of pay could feed a child with just a dime a day I mean the time ain't time linin' Every line is not a line and so I line him like he Frankie Lyman blowin' lines of yay' My consent is your consignment, the assignment is obey Can you do this while I'm rhymin'? Call me Simon when I say (Simon says) I'm cool as O'Shea, got ice up in the tray Them MIA's got heat risin' like the climate in LA Y'all gon' pick defeat tryin' Dog, and diamonds led astray Bring the pain to shake it off Pop the cork and let it spray Catch a stray, you a body, ayy Don't be somebody prey Chef soufflé (Yep), that's probably Rae' Could be Bobby Flay Johnny Blaze and Rome Streetz Bosses, we on beats In fact, that Johnny blaze if you ever roam on the wrong streets Conductor, we have a problem Conductor, we have a problem Conductor, conductor, we have a problem From Letras Mania