[ Featuring Conductor Williams ]
(Conductor)
You already s-know that (227)
It's Bo Jack (living legend)
Let's get it (legend in two sports)
To be or not to be, crime school
And I'm majored in philosophy (that's facts)
Bear and proctor with drums, got a doctor's in criminology (drum roll)
Razor in the heart for that color money, Monopoly (Razor Ramon)
Gazin' at the stars in that Cullinan, that's astrology (Double R)
Dingy T-shirt, a hunnid stacks, severaly, high velocity (a hunnid)
Flip the work where moneybag guarantee, that's the policy (no hassle)
Soccer mom full of pair a kicks (get away)
Cherokee obsolete (a relish)
All of this Valentino drip, I feel like Bobby V (yeah)
Golf caddyin' with the pack, I'm on my Johnny P (on my bing)
Bro just copped a pill press, pressin' up them Chinese V's
Ninety G's, and this soulful cushion came from overcookin' (ayy)
All this dope I'm pushin', f*ck your label, I should sign to fiends
Real Mafia, what else? Roll the credits behind the scene (rollin')
Whole lotta gang shit, big chains, and diamond rings (big gang)
Ebony and ivory, my niggas in the IV league (ayy)
Smellin' like new money creed, bakaran and Irish twig
Let's get it (no new names)
My English broken and my plug don't speak no ingles (ayy)
He know I keep some motion like I'm sellin' dope on eBay (it's only us)
I run it up then run it back just like a replay (money)
Never been a runner-up, been runnin' laps since shit a relay (run it up)
My Creatures toastin' in the club with all the leeway (ayy)
Been trappin' through the wire, all my life I feel like Wee-Bey (Boldy Blocks)
When I was callin' home from county on a three-way (let's get it)
But now me and my Creatures pourin' wocky on a PJ (227)
Let's get it (Mafia, what else?)
Went from the PJ's, to the PJ (ayy)
Rockin' buffs, genuine horn, these ain't no Michelle's (not at all)
Spin them turfs like a turntable, go, DJ (go, DJ)
It take money to make money, that's so cliché (send it up)
Totin' Glock, 357, stirrin' up a pot (rrah-rrah)
No rebase on this I'm sellin', hurry up and buy (no rebase)
It's ConCreatures, 227, f*ck the FBI (gang)
I'ma get this money off the fent', 'til the wheel won't drive (Blocks)
Eight hundred grams in the vent, tryna trail my driver (eight hunnid)
Made a mountain out of mole hill, I'm the real the MacGyver (I'm that one man)
Turn your block into Roadkill, ambitious as a grinder (ayy)
Hookline sinkin', trap his keeper like a book bind (ConCreatures)
In the hood with the shottas, puffin' on the good ganja (ayy)
Been f*cked up in the head ever since they took Tonya (took my baby)
47-hundred block, spot doin' jumpin' jacks (yeah)
Retro mic and Nikes, of the Off-White lumberjack
Let's get it
