Joe Pesci Songtext
Conductor
Look, ayo, check (Conductor, we have a problem)
Ayo

Always known to go for mine and strike hard when the iron toss (Conductor, we have a problem, Conductor, uh-huh)
Save the guap, don't trust clients, even if they buy a lot (Nah)
Survival shit, it don't take a cold heart to fire shots (Blow, blow)
I ate Peter Luger's and slop they put inside the slot
Monetize moments of my life, now I'm a risin' star (I am)
Niggas wives givin' me vibes, she tryna ride the cock (Ha)
Shot the door open that was closed (Bow), no time to find a lock
Me and Chyna navigate the road, and the grind is rock (That work)
If you know, you know, dirty dough, stack on the low
Playin' Big Pun "Toe To Toe", my Cuban links glow (Bling)
When the family feud, the ship sinks slow, pay attention
Million dollars worth of game that I got paid to mention
I fuck with you the long way, still'll wave extensions
At your wig for my pay and spray, this ain't a friendship (Grrt, grrt)

Yo, ayy, look

Take one, turn it to four, multiply this shit (Uh-huh)
Been had my thousand hours in, you niggas novices (You niggas trash)
Fuck the TV, inside of the book is where the knowledge is (Fuck)
They say it's all legal, but changed my life what the dollar did
Shot the pig (Bow, bow, bow, bow) then decide to slid, Black fist
You ain't who you say you are, you niggas catfish
Your brain ain't on the same wave as mine, in matched whips (Fuck outta here)
Chrome magnum in the stash under the mattress (Conductor)
Instant gratification got me in love with trappin' (Ha)
Toxic relationship, risk it all to make it rich
Alerted to see food, but he eatin' off a plate of fish
Now they play the disc
One night, I saw a god in my dreams, he told me, "Make a wish" (Uh-huh)
Then I woke up, the smartest man knows that he don't know much (Word)
Married to the game, but then we broke up
My new bitch way richer, so what? (The fuck?)

If you don't have my money for me, I'll crack your fucking head wide open infront of everybody in the bank
And just about the time that I'm coming outta jail
Hopefully (Conductor, we have a problem), you'll be coming outta your comma (Conductor)
And guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again
'Cause I'm fucking stupid
I don't give a fuck about jail