[ Featuring
Conductor Williams ]
Conductor, we have a problem
Yeah, it's time
Conductor
Uh, look
You know the homies just be waiting to dive at you
One of the guys clap you, pull up and throw five at you
The bullets big as f*cking D batteries, fly at you (boom, boom, boom)
From that white Denali that drive past you
I enjoy a chill Deleon Repasado with pineapple
Got Montega all on my hoodie like CRIMEAPPLE
And when they building my statues
From the way I throw lines at you
Highly impactful like flying shrapnel
Marking the plan, market the brand, I step in the design capsule
Mentally my mind leaves scientists' minds baffled
Lyrically inclined, I existed through time travel
My physical design is elements that are not natural
Free said, "Machine, let's cook one up"
It was my absolute pleasure
You niggas know Con get contacted whenever niggas need a drum
Niggas know the street I'm from, my heater run
Niggas know that I clap you wherever, doc patch you together
I ain't going nowhere, nigga, I'm back forever
Still in the hood about my strap and the leather
Full of pressure, know I'm ready for combat whenever (know I'm ready, nigga)
I'm selling my pack, it do not matter the weather (talk to 'em)
My rhyme book is considered national treasure (woo)
They still try to slight me, do not matter my efforts
Just cause he your favourite rapper do not mean that he better
Than Machine, bitch
Yeah
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, Conductor (ah)
What's the problem? Come on
