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[Intro]
C-C-Conductor
[Verse 1: Chris Patrick]
You niggas is motionless sacks of shit and I hate when y'all earn respect that y'all never deserve
Watchin' niggas 'rounds me feel more pride takin' second and third
Don't wanna be mentioned wit' no niggas who benched on reserve
Haven't felt a moment this impactful since Kendrick emerged
These rap niggas spineless as hell
Rather choose theatrics, lose y'all tours due to the ugly truth y'all projеct declinin' in sales
Water donе dried in the well, unorthodox drive to excel
Source been derived from the Ls, sorcery watching how Heaven's favorite survivin' through Hell
Scorpion viper wouldn't even faze me if strike by the tail
Scorsese writin', this island shutter when I'm out the cell
DiCaprio method actin', delivered on every line
I treat my first attempts like do-or-dies almost every time
Natural selection, we all can't win in this game of life
Participation trophies is for pussies who never tried
You niggas love to dick ride and then swear it's camaraderie
I'm the type to pick sides then to air out who bother me
Perilous property, my investment on pace to rise
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"Frankenstein" is a song by Chris Patrick from the album Pray 4 Me, released in 2025. The song was written by Chris Patrick, Conductor Williams, MARCO PLUS, Napes. It was produced by Conductor Williams, Napes.
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It's 070 till seven 0s in the safe aside
A convo 'bout who next don't hold much weight till my name arrives
Words from Russell Wilson made me realize I'm changin' lives
I flipped the state of hip hop day I sat down with Gabe and Kai
The Renaissance man controllin' revivals, wave of dethronin' idols
Get hanged by throat from Eiffel's, I'm towering down
[Verse 2: MARCO PLUS]
Rifles for cowards and clowns
Aim at a rapper face, make a rival devour the rounds
I had a date with a bitch named life, now I'm plowing her down
I had to kill it, the maddest villian, I'm Dumile with the rachet spillin'
Fuck the other side, I'm across the street with the strap, just chillin'
Niggas tried to lock me out, my drive gone make me crash the buildin'
Let's shake the room, the K's a broom
I sweep the competition when I make it boom
They havin' pressure till they face the fumes
The smoke is toxic, I tote the Glock, unload and cock it
Blow the rocket, holes in noggins, folks in boxes
Bruh been tryna lower the stock and ghost the guys, it's gettin' absurd
These niggas is nerds, don't be surprised if minds get split on the curb
That nigga Chris told me I gotta breathe
But anytime that I feeling dissed somebody gotta bleed
My young nigga get nasty with the switch, he makin' mamas grieve
Standin' over opps just like apostrophes
Pussy, we the prophecies, fuck all your opinion and philosophies
They ask me why I'm pissed, it's 'cause I gotta be
These niggas lack the passion, they be the biggest and it bothers me, just honestly
I feel me and my niggas the anomalies
These other rappers underwhelmin', drama queens
I fuckin' hate 'em all, I make a call and have my partner hit your house and paint the wall
Nigga, it's Plus
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