[Intro]
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, Conductor, we have a problem
[Verse 1]
When my pockets was broke, I had dreams of gettin' dollars like the Rockefellers
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, before it was "pull out the Glock" endeavors
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 way less successful
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
Fresh-dressed, debonair, the Devil ain't never near (Never)
[Chorus]
His arms too 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
A hundred miles and runnin'
Your arms too 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
A hundred miles and runnin'
[Verse 2]
Success 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
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