[Intro]
Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
Uh
[Refrain]
Light up your favorite, turn 'em to a pack of rapper weed (Uh-huh)
On this court, I serve niggas, I'm Andre Agassi (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
My songs hit the net, it's an advanced class in mastery
Started off all for the love, but now this shit is math to me (Money)
Grew up to be a god, but I was nothin' but a bastard seed
Who blew past all of them crabs, you gas dastardly (You niggas washed)
They stools under my feet, God made them steppin' stones
I'm one of the best, I'm bringin' these niggas death all on the metronome (Uh-huh)
They bring a check to Rome, I remember when I had to measure stones (What?)
Dancin' with the Devil in the Terrordome, plottin', tryna bring treasure home (Uh-huh)
Now I'm the prize in all these hoes eyes, them dog bitches tryna get a bone
Only thing she get is left alone, I'm a rollin' stone to the chromosome (Uh-huh)
[Refrain]
Light up your favorite, turn 'em to a pack of rapper weed (Uh-huh)
On this court, I serve niggas, I'm Andre Agassi (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Might go back and forth over the net, they can't match the steeze (Nah)
I rock 'em like the gold on my neck, they all trash to me (Them niggas trash)
Tribulations in this life is what I had to see, escaped it narrowly
Now we runnin' up a bag in Greece (Money)
[Outro]
Do your real show, that you're known for
While you heres and, and, uhm, just be you
So I did and, uh, next, next show
It was unbelievable, I mean
Almost a real-life standin' ovation
Because people were standin' up
And they wasn't leavin'
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