Get Away!

[Intro]

C-C-Conductor

[Verse: Rome Streetz]

Ayo, whatchu after? The Honda or the AMG? (Whatchu want?)

Sidelined to Major Leagues

Stampin' nothin' or play for keeps? (Huh?)

Thank God, hear loud and clear when you pray for peace (What?)

Or are you just a piece of prey for the predator in the streets? (What the fuck?)

Better think about it (Think about it)

Is the glass half-empty or half-full enough to get a drink up out it? (Drink up out it)

Few questions that I needed answered

I need mounts of millions in my account, fuck trickin' on a dancer (Fuck that shit!)

I know niggas don't want no smoke, this shit cause cancer (Nah)

We livin' life in the scope, everything on the camеra (What the fuck?)

I kept it low, stashed thе hammer in a clothes hamper

Catch a lick, book a vic', make him put his hands up (Gimme that)

Know the procedure

When the pockets empty and the fridge got no food

Crime the only thing that feed ya (I need money)

I get mine, not a lost nigga that follow leaders (Nah)

I use the truth to smack the shit out a non-believer

Trial and error, experience my only teacher

All you motherfuckers gettin' weaker (You niggas washed)

Some niggas stand for nothin', some die for a dollar (Uh-huh)

Some niggas bang, others run and cower (What the fuck?)

Some want the power, the others'll overdose on powder (Damn)

Get yours, we got the same twenty-four hours (We do)

Don't spend all your days smokin' the sour, gettin' high

Life pass you by while we rakin' in thousands (Stupid)

Shit'll add to mills, blow the deals, we hate that he stylin' (Fuck outta here)

You niggas washed and between us is a blatant imbalance

All hustle, ain’t just gon' make it with talent (Nah)

This God shit, art mixed with hard shit

Dark meet off-balance, motherfucker

But, it's a balance

[Outro]

If there's an accident…

Conductor, we have a problem!

Conductor, we have a problem!

When you see the down sign, keep away

Go to the nearest phone and dial 9-9-9

Conductor, we have a problem!