Sum Of Two Evils

(Conductor, Conductor, Conductor)

Yo, yo

Yo, yo

Yo, yo, yo

Ayo, I know some dudes who paint walls, I'm fixing up my furniture (uh)

Trying to use discernment for my niggas, get discernitures

If it's not concerning her, please don't involve (no)

Now young niggas down to earnest her say these niggas soft

But I'm harder than these niggas they see me and getting stiff (uh)

While they getting bothered, I'm finally getting rich

Type to converse with your mama, get monikers from your bitch

Yeah, you should be proud of her, I'm from it wasn't shit (uh)

I'm minding mine and trying to find purpose

Out of mind, I'm really not an earthling

Left on verses

I'm from the side where niggas all be hurting (uh)

So we get high to find behind the surface

Niggas is curtains

Tell them it's over like they think it is (uh)

I barely think of shit

They puzzled like, "Damn, why I ain't think of this?"

I told them I would make it big

They was atheist but seen God and don't know what to make of it (uh)

Believe me, all this shit is starting to get easy

That's why jealous, hating bitches give me heebie-jeebies

I was sitting patient, you can't say you didn't see me

I should play it safe, you know and say something 'bout Stevie

My name 7xve, also known as Miss Could Break Your Heart

It's over for these bitches, saw the ending from the start

And outside of Masai, we've already been set apart

Tell 'em, "If you play the game, just play it smart" (uh)

Ay, look

Che on that Conductor beat, I'll catch a case of course (uh)

If they try to talk my price down, expect to pay me more

Halloween, my favorite holiday

Come speculate or war kill rappers

And use they skeletons to decorate my porch

Independent since sixteen, was trained to lead

So basically, I'm lapping niggas famously (that's facts)

Torture the brains of a rapper, you a slave to grief

I tried to show 'em the ropes, they rather hang to sleep

Ay, look, spray to kill, show me if you fake or real

Just the way I aim a skill, businesswoman making deals

Don't compare me to bitches who ain't never made a mil' (nah)

Or bitches who be homeless if a nigga didn't pay her bills

Raised by the city pitches, they was gritty niggas (uh-huh)

Life made me skinny, temper peace gon' get me thicker

Ever since, I made it out the hood from a penny pincher

Every week I got a cousin tryna talk 'bout business ventures

Nah, fans addicted

In the booth, it's like a kitchen with birds

I live and I serve

Line up, I'm pitching you words

All these rappers sharing bars, the shit they spit is the worst (come on)

Y'all niggas brag about money I could fit in my purse (that's facts)

I don't speak at all, I'm the one that teach 'em all

I know obedience is the only way you feed a dog

Y'all say these niggas nice, but the talent, I don't see at all

Y'all mentors made y'all workers, mine taught me how to be a boss

Bitch