What's the problem?
Come on, I'll take you home (Conductor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is (Ayo)
When God molded me, he made nothing else like it
It's easy to be yourself, but lames still try to bite the likeness
Niggas really ain't worth shit, either way you slice it (Niggas washed)
As long as my connect don't play with the prices, I'm righteous
A gold smile, pal, your whole style is now cipher
My main focus is collectin' check and drive the price up
On my bullshit when I mic up
I slide through, throw the smokers a pebble for pay, and then they pipe up
Fuck a short, but I take nineteen from my favorite fiend
He owe me a favor, I give him the gauge and he make a scene
Palm filthy from the dirty dough, no way to make it clean
Prada on the body of my ho, she from Jamaica, Queens
Head to toe in designer clothes, fuck state greens
I seen a nigga whole face ripped open in HD
Caught a few cases and dirt, dunny, I'm waist deep
At this location, droppin' a check in the AC
My niggas real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
Real right, fly hard sellers in Margielas
The world is ours, swear to God, nothing you can tell us
I'm hurtin' they heart, makin' these niggas jealous
Still smell the dope in my clothes, I'll be a D-boy forever
I'm familiar with the scales, sandwich bags, and the frequent buyers
Filthy bread, gettin' slow head from ghetto Mýas
My gun fire and it's black, like a car tire
All of my bars barbed wire, they admire
That's why them niggas all copy, but they'll never be flyer
Don't give a fuck about celebrity, that cheddar be higher
On my list, free my brother Drama, he been down for six
Since a jit been duckin' the pigs in the Crown Vic'
They want the Oxycontin pills, fishscale and that brown shit
Aim at the target, make sure that all of my rounds hit
Dope boy pedigree, a couple times a shooter at the scene allegedly
But God had plans for my destiny
Life a bitch I dicked, but I'm lit, so she don't be stressin' me
My BAPE satchel got a thousand ecstasy
I think you're taking your girlfriend to the movies or something
No, we're coming from the movies
And, uh
As we're coming out, these incredible, awful-looking
Dead creatures come out
And try to hurt us
As they close in on us, an amazing thing happened, you know?
Conductor, we have a problem
