M*A*S*H*

[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