[Intro: Jae Skeese]
Conductor, we have a problem (Yeah, mm-mm)
Conductor, Con—
Uh-huh, that's right
Check it out
Look, look

[Verse: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]
I keep on patching in without a cross stitch (Uh huh)
My crafts fine art, if you indoors, you should have raised your paddle like a forklift (Woo!)
The trife life is infamous for sending shook ones on up north trips (Ha)
My net worth since opposite of the Forbes list, it's hard shit
The options is limited (Limited)
See they told me to build a fire that you profit from kindling (That's right!)
That DW piece is emerald cut, rocks in the emblem (You see it)
It's a pool in that yacht, then I'm swimming in (Ha!)
I still know where I came from though, I ain't forgot, I remember it, yo
The streets is not for the timid, you gotta be millitant (Yeah)
Lil girl was fourteen, got robbed of her innocence (Yeah)
My pain provided profit and the profit is instantaneous (Facts)
Ah, the view inside our ghettos don't contain them positive images (Nuh-uh)
N***as on the block, they totting Glocks and rocking they grimaces
Trauma delivered 'em, vodka was sipping it
Butterscotch suede stock on they Timberlands (Woo!)
Tell me is this how God created man from the start of our Genesis?
I create these flows and drop me a gem in it
Blowing brains like a shotty to Remington
Yeah, we back moving
My mans scoring like T-Mac, Houston (Brrr!)
All red with a ski mask shooting (Ooh)
That boy was issuing threats
But I don't really think he that stupid (Hahaha)
Shoot out your leg, got your knee cap blew in
Leg shot, he in the triage wounded
Thinking if he want his fam part of a repass movement
That mental clarity set in as he had leaked that fluid
You understand the real when life deliver the message 'cause it's reaped that fluent (Reap that)
What's more important? The revenge or being there for his family? (Uh)
That's like asking me if I wanna watch my daughter walk across the stage
Or if I wanna be there for the Grammys (Woo)
Had to learn it ain't for me if it don't enhance me or advance me (Talk that talk!)
[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Brrr!
Know what it is, n***a, big DrumWork shit
Know when you see that DW, you know what it is
High power rap, n***a
Step the lyrics up fucking with us, n***a
Cypher with anybody (Conductor)
We back, hip-hop is back, n***a
Conductor, we have a problem
Yeah, Machine, baby (Conductor)
Praise, praise the Lord, everybody (Praise the Lord)
Praise the Lord, everybody (Praise the Lord)
Now everything that have breath do what? (Praise the Lord)
God is good, what? (All the time)
And all the time, God is what? (Good!)
He's good
He's goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody—
He's good!