Surf & Turf

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(Con-Con-Conductor)

Yeah

Con, you know I got you

My brother for real

This family right here, yeah

Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still tryna get my dick wet

I'ma get high, yeah, let her suck me like Skip said

That might went over your head

Drink it down, there's no Sudafed

Dressed in red, no Valentine

But funk love instead

Foolish bred, the type that come in off of what we said

Rapper shit, I was still young when I was brackin', kid

The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on Fig

Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs

In my bed like, "Peace, this the life I live"

Fuck talkin', 'cause I lived it like, "Blood, this the life I live"

Made it out of pimpin', some still in it, shit, I dodged a bid

Fuck is this? My fee a hundred thousand since I dropped with Wiz

Holy water, Bangkok sippin', I'll retire at this

Worldwide worthy, got 'em singin' like they from the set

Dead Prez Volume 2 CD in my rag Benz

Never hung with hookers for the look unless she lookin' rich

Now look at this, the AP plain jane, the Presi' look gold as piss

I'ma keep goin', ha

Don't feel the Piru in your voice, it don't come off boasher

I'm a West boy, 2L rider, Gonzalez real funkster

Oh, he from Canada? Indian too, it make you still wonder

How he stack better than Blood? Bitch, I'm a real soldier

Wars with the cross towns, wake up, serve an opp like a cup of Folgers

If B Woo mama don't know you, then I don't know you

Four-deuce, hoppin' out of Bentleys, but it's Beirut

Stay true, I don't switch up, bitch, I stay on

Roll down the windows, do you got Grey Poupon?

Doo-doo stain you like ketchup, the white we wet up

Ayo, they straight mobbin' (Mob)

Them boys around my way, they goblins (Yeah)

But Machine, I'm the apex monster

You writin' sixteens? I'm like J. K. Rowling's 488-page novel

It may not even take eight hours (Woo)

We drink half and leave the rest on

The table, shit, we waste eight bottles

My pay way larger (Yeah)

I stay plugged in like the PlayStation console

And if any dismay may follow

We spray throttle (Brr)

I nicknamed it Yay' Lotto

I ripped it out the plastic

Know some dudes in Cali that'll rip you out your jacket (Wow)

Shooters and two possessions of pistols on my jacket

Fuck it, I'm on this classic

See, they need me on they records, I'm assistin' all they magic

Bitch, I'm Scott Skiles

The AP band crocodile (Wow)

I see a bunch of lil' me's that want my spot now

That's my style

Open up a lane and you hot now (You hot now)

I'm in the trenches holdin' choppers made in Moscow

Yeah, we was generous to these degenerates

They keep pretendin' it's love so they

Can reap the benefits (I'm gettin' it)

I'll get you touched in any city, boy

My reach is limitless (No problem)

A bunch of goons come and breach your premises

Uh, three-man weave with the mean stitch

I remember bitches hustlin', sellin' clean piss

I'm forced to ball alone 'cause half my team dipped

Feelin' like Ace Boogie, how I need Mitch

He still in the hooch tryna insurance up a lean lick

These days, bitches too friendly, I need a mean bitch

Went and had to witnessed it all, but

Still ain't seen shit or heard nothin'

How you do biz and still ain't learn nothin'?

All I know is fast money, that's how I learned to budget

Red light slippin', can't believe it's not butter

Hit his gut, then his chin like the Stone Cold Stunner, uh

Gucci North Face puffer, easy to tuck it

I told you, I feel like Ace Boogie, don't call me lucky

I was made for it, yeah, I'm on bunk, might throw the shades on

They slept on me, nightmares, that's where I came from

Shootin' out the Eddie Bauer Explorer

All my shooters who ain't dead or locked, we 'bout to hit tour, uh

Came a long way from bottle and pours

Never did Neosporin, yeah, I'm proud of my scars

Look, blame Kansas, yeah, I'm proud of my dawgs

Hit Neiman's like PetCo, uh, Prada my dogs, bitch

Profit enlarged, I'm a chemist, I turn powder to hard

Kept it scandalous through the war like I'm Oliver North

Slide with a torch, if niggas green, we robbin' the source

Already on my next lick, ain't no time to remorse, ayy

What's black and fire? Politics, Illuminati don't get sacrificed

Switch on the back of the stick, yeah, that's rapid fire

About my Chilean chicken, I'm big trippin'

S-Corps and LLCs is big business, yeah

I'm an icon, jumpin' out a drop dime

Top me off 'til she get lockjaw, then she gettin' dropped off

Louis, Tom Ford, countin' pounds out in London, I'm a top boy

This lifestyle, gotta be willin' to die for

Ayy, man

Ragin' against the machine with assistance from the machine

Del ammo, aimin' at your enamel, say cheese (Ding)

Imagine the Bible recited by the Elohim

Then wake up and say hello to me

Different gold commodes, same shit, smell the potpourri

Nah mean?

The best thing since sliced bread, save a loaf for me

And two fish, who is you, bitch?

Jesus wept and doves cry, say it with hubris

Leggo my ego, I do it for the people

Drop an ice cube in my glass half full, then squabble with Debo

I'm not what you need, bro, I'm stompin' with the Mob Against Evil

Applyin' knowledge off the top of the noggin, then scribe it in Hebrew

Somebody stop me, I left the mask off

I'm gettin' too cocky

Lil' mama beside me is gettin' way too sloppy

I'm finna take her to Nassau

County, drop a bounty on her, then mash off

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, howdy do, ho

I can't even drive, I'll still slide on you, though

From here to your turf, from Earth to Pluto

With this superfluous service, I deserve a kudos

But fuck all this verbiage, long as you know

That I know what you know, the sentiment is mutual

The dude you know who's quick to drop a stack on your cap

Like we playin' Jenga and I'm wack

Don't be hard-headed, protect your neck, solo