Chrome Magnum

Lyrics
[Intro: Samples] C-C-Conductor Conductor, we— [Verse 1] Ayo Get cash and live glamorous (Uh-huh) Plenty bad bitches, polyamorous Gold on my hand and wrist Reaped the rewards because I ran the risk (I did) Seen too many niggas fall and fail 'cause they ain't plan the shit Two Ls, roll a cool J, I'm smokin' cannabis (Haha) In the same space, me and these weird niggas can't exist (These niggas weird!) Before fans, I had fiends that needed grams to sniff Crumpled dollars in my jeans, livin' scandalous Wild teen, Mom couldn't handle us (Sorry mommy) No love in the land of lust; every palm ain't a hand to trust You either got it or you don't, we ran the scammin' up Profit off your profile thеn go shop in Canada Built for the grind, I got stamina Fuck the elеvator, I took the stairs, didn't hold on the banister Wanted the glamor life, I couldn't get it as a janitor (Nah) Seen a head smoke a pebble out a Sprite canister Fast forward, I'm Louis'd down in front a fan camera, posin' Wrist used to be numb from the cuffs, now they frozen If it was ever fake love, just know the bond broken I kick the fuckin' door down if it don't wan' open (Fuck outta here) [Chorus] Gold rings and designer fabrics Push a fast foreign whip (Skrr), keep a chrome magnum (Bah! Bah! Bah!) Eat dinner off the same plate that I was baggin' Elevated to the stage from the paddy wagon Gold rings and designer fabrics Push a fast foreign whip (Skrr), keep a chrome ratchet (Bah! Bah! Bah!) Eat dinner off the same plate that I was baggin' Elevated to the stage from the paddy wagon (Ayo) [Verse 2] The rap game's a bitch I fuck, bust on her and left her soakin' wet (Haha) Grown men actin' like hoes; they posin' no threat (These niggas washed!) I give two fucks who you know and who you go get (Conductor, we have a problem!) I've been so allergic to broke, I mastered the dough flip (Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor—Sir!) Gold froze wrist, on shit in a Benzo whip You don't wish me well, go blow dick - it's simple (Fuck outta here) Fool sold his soul for no dough and credentials (Stupid) Realizing your full potential is so essential I put love on the back burner, got bread to attend to (I ain't got time) I wonder how me makin' a move for me offends you? A fool just another item of food on the menu (You niggas food) And God can't protect you from the evil that men do A angel pulled a pistol on a devil in a venue .38 special, no wrestle, left you wet suit (Bah! Bah!) Main objective always been to get loot And put .2 in a vial, then pass it out as a test tube [Outro: Sample] Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a— C-Conductor— Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, (Sir!), conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem!
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Credits
- Writers
- Rome Streetz
- Conductor Williams