Letra de Runny Nose
Conductor, we have a problem
C-C, bonjour
C-C, bonjour
Now we out in France eatin' french toast, Belstaff trench coat (Uh-huh)
Pedal to the floor, whore, the AMG Benz float (Skrrt)
Cartier lenses, Dior on my ten toes
From the dirt, I rose, plenty M’s is the end goal
I made ace hole, turn hoes to a money roll
Double dough, the hustle left the cuddies with a runny nose
I double buyers and suppliers, seen the powder turn into a solid with Pyrex on thе fire
Been the flyest, ghеtto Myers on my dick like I'm Brent Faiyaz (Haha)
She masturbate to my flyers, she admired
The Devil can't stand inside the eye of the Messiah (Nah)
Keep ’em in a hole, they never rise higher
Finessin' you was the goal, you sold your soul to the pied piper (Stupid)
Shit I touch turn to gold, I'm a prime-time rhyme writer
Out for the profit, got brolic pockets (Uh-huh)
Fully invested in the product and the process
You not this (Nah), fly obnoxious, to the top, rose a couple notches
King like Nas in '96, you're novice
Your drops'll never be hot as my shit (You niggas trash)
Elevated from gettin' my re-up outta mail boxes
Plenty hand-to-hand sales, now I'm globetrottin’
Designer clothes to the toes, so the hoes watchin’ (Uh-huh)
Take a flick, it'll last longer
Keep your eyes on your own paper like class, from where they blast on ya (Boom, boom)
I had to find a way (Uh-huh)
For you bum-ass niggas combo, ain’t got the time of day (Never)
The money comin' fast, pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)
I had to find a way (I did)
For you bum-ass niggas combo, ain't got the time of day (Never)
The money comin’ fast, pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)
I'm out to touch plaques that say "platinum plus" (Uh-huh)
Your favorite rapper's a pack, I roll 'em up and puff
Do you dirty like John Cuff (Uh)
I come from a line of hustlers that probably sold your mom stuff (Haha)
Little powder, pebble for a fifty (What else?)
Pill for a dub, now my face on Channel 60 (Haha)
Left the game, ain't looked back, don't care if it miss me (Fuck)
Millions in my future, servin' fiends in my history
Fuck you niggas on the scene, your CD a frisbee
You and your sneakers on lean, watch me style in misery
Ain't no one fuckin' with me over Conductor shit (Nah)
We globally gettin' dockets while you stuck on a sunken ship
Way down in the jungle deep
The badass lions stepped on the signifying monkeys
Pedal to the floor, whore, the AMG Benz float (Skrrt)
Cartier lenses, Dior on my ten toes
From the dirt, I rose, plenty M’s is the end goal
I made ace hole, turn hoes to a money roll
Double dough, the hustle left the cuddies with a runny nose
I double buyers and suppliers, seen the powder turn into a solid with Pyrex on thе fire
Been the flyest, ghеtto Myers on my dick like I'm Brent Faiyaz (Haha)
She masturbate to my flyers, she admired
The Devil can't stand inside the eye of the Messiah (Nah)
Keep ’em in a hole, they never rise higher
Finessin' you was the goal, you sold your soul to the pied piper (Stupid)
Shit I touch turn to gold, I'm a prime-time rhyme writer
Out for the profit, got brolic pockets (Uh-huh)
Fully invested in the product and the process
You not this (Nah), fly obnoxious, to the top, rose a couple notches
King like Nas in '96, you're novice
Your drops'll never be hot as my shit (You niggas trash)
Elevated from gettin' my re-up outta mail boxes
Plenty hand-to-hand sales, now I'm globetrottin’
Designer clothes to the toes, so the hoes watchin’ (Uh-huh)
Take a flick, it'll last longer
Keep your eyes on your own paper like class, from where they blast on ya (Boom, boom)
I had to find a way (Uh-huh)
For you bum-ass niggas combo, ain’t got the time of day (Never)
The money comin' fast, pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)
I had to find a way (I did)
For you bum-ass niggas combo, ain't got the time of day (Never)
The money comin’ fast, pronto, ándale (Cash)
I'm on a paper chase (Uh-huh)
I'm out to touch plaques that say "platinum plus" (Uh-huh)
Your favorite rapper's a pack, I roll 'em up and puff
Do you dirty like John Cuff (Uh)
I come from a line of hustlers that probably sold your mom stuff (Haha)
Little powder, pebble for a fifty (What else?)
Pill for a dub, now my face on Channel 60 (Haha)
Left the game, ain't looked back, don't care if it miss me (Fuck)
Millions in my future, servin' fiends in my history
Fuck you niggas on the scene, your CD a frisbee
You and your sneakers on lean, watch me style in misery
Ain't no one fuckin' with me over Conductor shit (Nah)
We globally gettin' dockets while you stuck on a sunken ship
Way down in the jungle deep
The badass lions stepped on the signifying monkeys
