[ Featuring
Conductor Williams ]
No punchlines, cute shit, or riddles
Talkin' dog food, not no bitch or no Kibbles
Still carpool-lanin' with the twins in that H-O-V (Conductor)
Gotta set the trip list on the way, they can take a three
Them peoples watchin' from the outside lookin' in
Lookin' outside, know they watchin' me and all my peoples
It's the allure of the game infected with the evil
Had to reroute the paper, never had a paper route
Changin' out in the county, was never chasin' clout
Yeah, I sold drugs but that ain't shit to be ashamed about
I made it out unscathed, Blocks so high that you could sunbathe
Neighborhood full of dead-ends and one-ways
Made man, ain't no more hustlin' on Sundays
Free all my niggas, had to double up their lunch trays
Watchin' out for the raven, hundred-eighty bands
Two quarter bricks in that empty box of Raisin Bran
Ten bricks on consignment, that's a payment plan
Playing footsie with baby girl, I'm a ladies' man
Man of my word, don't ever let that money make the man
I'll take a bullet to the head before I take the stand
One of them ones, sold everything up under the sun
From Sunderland to Hell Block, known for jumpin' the gun
Drug Zonin' on the Mile wilding with coyotes
Road-runnin' out of town with that Hawaiian sofa
No punchlines, cute shit, or riddles
I'm talking gray squares with the stamps in the middle of it
Can't make no bargains on them prices they be tryna quote me
Bust Cuban on my neck, this bitch a diamond trophy
Lungs cloudy off the drank, got me drunk, drowsy
Drunk drivin', quarter tank in that Audi '8
I had to fall back, watch everything fall in place
Countin' all this paper, if I get snatched, I know she ain't gon' wait
Don't wait for her, man, don't wait for her
I'll tell you what, man, come with me now, Ray
