(Conductor we have a problem
Conductor we have a problem
Con--)
Yeah
Okay, okay
Okay, okay
Argh!

Nigga played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with Shots, ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with Mayweather, ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with Killer Tone, ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with the Drum
ain't here to tell about it, yeah
Nigga played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it, yeah
He was an innocent kid, streets made a felon out him
Take this strap nigga, shit
Innocent kid, we made a felon out him, uh, uh, uh

Wheelchair in front of the mic, bro hitting record (Huh)
Feel like Mr. Notorious doing Kick in the Door
(Kick in the door, wavin')
Fiend hit the dope once and made his heart bust (Uh-huh)
Fentanyl strong, he died from a grain of salt worth (Damn)
They say: Machine, what's your skillset?
Tell 'em ain't a nigga play with me
that ain't get killed yet, uh
Extendo on the keltec, it's signed
and sealed, I'm still best (Aha)
Fuck around and you gon' get
put on the grill next (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Mud on my cleats, I was still in it when the field wet
The grand architect, just watch
what I'ma build next (Just watch my moves)
Sent young'n on a kill mission
that's just his field test (Uh-huh)
Them Ms come in portions weekly
that's how we meal prep (Hahaha)
Ayo, they know Machine a real threat
I kick your pregnant baby momma down a flight of steel steps
I rap but I still step (Talk to 'em)
It ain't at least seven figures
that ain't a real check (Nuh-uh)
Just pay me everything up front
that make me feel best (I feel better)
Don't get it fucked up
I had to hustle to get here
they think I lucked up (They think it's luck, huh)
I turned up my bitch wrist, that shit a buck plus (Yeah)
Middle of the street, empty the draco
flip his truck up (Brr)
Wax worm on top of the Scatter Brain, shit crushed up, shit
When I lost my nigga prick
that shit crushed us (That fucked me up, though)
You know if it's my bitch, 'cause her wrist all bussed up
The pussy niggas huff, puff and beat on they chest
But they ain't tough, fuck them niggas man

Look at my progress (Huh)
Now it's Benz trucks that pull up in the projects (Boom)
I trusted the process (Woo)
I did everything I said
I didn't break my promise
I'm just being honest (Just being honest, nigga)

I mean your flow is sorta mines
So this where we draw the line (Keep it a buck)
You went to Saks for your drip
shit, they imported mine (Ha)
Exotic reptile skins
I turned water to wine (Drip, drip, drip)
Look, It's Slant Face Killa
you said it's up when you see me, boy
we can't wait, nigga (We can't wait)
You don't want real beef, you plant-based, nigga (Pussy)
I damn near went gold off a damn tape filler (Ha)
It's Drumwork, you niggas can't play with us, I swear
Ah
Shit
I wanted Machine to do the hook again and then I'll go

Uh, nigga played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with Griselda, ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with Shots, ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with Killer Tone
ain't here to tell about it, talk to 'em!
Nigga played with SK, ain't here to tell about it
Niggas played with the Drum, ain't here to tell about it, uh
Ain't here to tell about it
Nigga played with Machine, ain't here to tell about it

You could smell it cookin' on the wake up
I seen niggas ballin' then fall like Vin Baker
First The Jackson 5 br, man
sometimes motherfuckers break up
It was solid when they stamped it
sometimes them motherfuckers break up
I ain't complainin', that shit cross
a lot of hands in the travel
I'm still gon' sell it all, from the biggest rock to the gr'
I sneeze money, I piss Ace now
But 'fore we was throwin' weight round
Let's do a hypothetic breakdown
If you got a half a bird for nine
and water whipped it all the way round
Pulled 'em out the pot laughing
like: Put that shit on a plate now
You turn that half to a whole
and sell every gram for a hundred
Subtract twenty-eight 'cause you
probably throw your lil' nigga a onion
Tryna get him on his feet
till they blitz on him, he fumbled
That shit come out to
like ninety-seven thousand somethin', give or take
The smokers that come short, you know that's how they play
Take away the nine thousand you paid
and the rest is what you made
You put twenty in the stash, and the rest back in the game
If that's what you was doin'
that's probably how you should do it
This shit be all cap, you know this shit is just music
You know the movement, the scorpion boys
It's my time now, I'm drivin' the Rolls-Royce
through the doors
Lightskin legend, cokewater reverend, Lamborghini revvin'
Outside Maple and Ash, late to a session, she mad
She said: That wagyu ain't gon' taste
like wagyu once we reach the exit
Stove God, I'm the closest thing you gon' get to perfection
I'm Jordan, you, nah
I'm Kobe, you—, nah
I'm 'Bron and you Richard Jefferson, let me vent
They say these niggas good but they ain't good enough
And if they sleep I hope the coma
so long that they pull the plug
West went Super Flygod
Butch got a Emmy
Con got the crown
I went diamond on the digi'
I went OJ with the Grizzlies, is you shittin' me?
Look at my progress
Look at the way I made that pot dance
1st and 15th was primetime, I had to hot step
Ramen 89 chip, how you celebratin', he ain't died yet

Damn Conductor, where'd you find this?
Stove