[Intro: Jabee]
(Conductor, Conductor, Conductor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Jabee]
I take the good with the bad and let the pot mix
I know I should want the bag 'cause that's a profit
I know the ledge in my pocket, that's an option
So prophetic, the prophecy, so kinetic
So connected it's a blessin'
Every second's a lesson, I progress ever second
If it's weapons or regression, that's impressive
Feelin' less with every message
I confess my obsession is these hoеs and possessions
Money over discrеtion
A twenty over oppression
A boujee hoe in my section
Plenty of 'em in heaven and in hell too
A man is what he's hides and not the shit he tells you
Hear the day gone tomorrow tryna borrow time
I put my heart in my soul and that's how I lost my mind (Lost my mind)

[Verse 2: Boldy James]
Hully-gully
I bleed 'em bricks for scratch, I got to get those scribbles
I need every red cent
Every cotton pickin' nickel, made a pretty penny
N***as droppin' dimes, carry kettles
Broski got the nine and the chisel
No nursery rhyme, but your mind might be riddled
And it ain't no secret that I ride for my n***as
Gung-ho with them cannons
So all that mumbo jumbo you mumble, you get cannoned
If you ain't got a ticket, quit sellin' woofs
Get your bag up, that little kush don't add up
When you know real rich n***as be fuckin' with the boy
And 'em pills quick flippin', all my money gettin' n***as
In the honeycomb, chillin' with the villains
Sendin' a hunnid bows
Willin' and dealin', this ain't a bowl of honeycombs
Twistin' and spinnin' in this draw for this jelly roll
Can't get a car like this from sellin' bows
Triple go, 144, triple go, 144