All Madden (feat. Boldy James & Bo Jack)

Conductor Williams

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    Don't wait for her, man
    Conductor, we—

    I stir the pot with that thirty-shot pokin' on my hip like I never heard of SWAT
    Another toke, another skid, another murder plot
    For liftin' water weights out of shape on that murder route
    Prosecutor tellin' my mother: Might as well give it up
    Hundred-twenty months on a cot, why she not pickin' up?
    Only thing I'm hopin' is the feds don't try to pick it up
    Caught the flux from all of that dust that we was kickin' up
    Still in touch on the outs with the creatures and them real members
    Real apex predator, real laid-back
    Every fight I had, it was like a steel cage match
    Don't take much to initiate it, quick to straight snap
    Niggas gang affiliated with ill face tats
    Not me, I'm a lowkey to-myself type
    Playin' chess on the unit, me and old-school
    Got out, ain't have shit to my name but my legal fee
    I think about that shit every blue Moon just to keep me free
    What else?

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    No more food stamps and EBT
    Tired of Mama workin', gotta blow so I can feed the street
    I know they throw dirt on my name, kick me when I'm down
    My fam' need me more than ever, gotta stick around
    Can't let these niggas trick me off, can't let 'em off Jackson
    All that lackadaisical shit'll get you caught lackin'
    Stackin' my change while they doin' all that jaw-jackin'
    EA Sports, get in the game, we on all Madden, it's Game Time

    Everything on my body cost a real bag (For real)
    When I see you in the field, you better have your pads (I ain't playin')
    And my pockets too stiff, I need to cop a bag (Gotta go cop one)
    I don't even want your bitch, she ain't even bad (Not to me)
    Every time I'm in a room, man, these niggas mad (I been peepin' it)
    I got thirty-two bullets stuffed in this mag (Bah, bah, bah)
    I got twenty stuffed in this Burberry plaid (This shit stuffed)
    Amiri full of cash (It's Bo Jack)

    No more food stamps and EBT
    Tired of Mama workin', gotta blow so I can feed the street
    I know they throw dirt on my name, kick me when I'm down
    My fam' need me more than ever, gotta stick around
    Can't let these niggas trick me off, can't let 'em off Jackson
    All that lackadaisical shit'll get you caught lackin'
    Stackin' my change while they doin' all that jaw-jackin'
    EA Sports, get in the game, we on all Madden, it's Game Time

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