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Conductor, we have a problem Fat Nick. Check it out. Yeah. Con-con Uh-huh. Yeah. Conductor Powder softer than baby shit. Mercedes-Benz in the SL with the latest kit. Backseat choppin' lines with a famous bitch. And I don't hide the way that I live, I just say this shit. Write the script and be the main like I'm Playin' it. Gangsta shit, was you like Kane or Like Tre bitch? Or was you like A Hype? Pull up and spray shit. Walk 'em down like Cube, stand over and finish 'em. Type of shit I like to watch as A little kid. Watch the way the old dog Walked and started to mimic it. I was ten when I first started this. Smokin' weed with my boy Johnny Pavlakis. It's that sick, nah, Chuck, rules, I'm the baddest. Michael Jack with a Pepsi can or Ray Charles In a spaceship. I can't see shit with dark Tints So now I'm on the block, Phone booth like Clark Kent. 'Cause on my side of town, there's just a Sign you got dark skin. A bunch of contraband, you paranoid when you Parkin'. The tender age of twelve, I found a Toy on the park bench. Just because I went to jail, police could tour My apartment. Late teens, early twenties, Tat my face, ain't no marks here. Been on the right path, but I won't hesitate To steal parts here. I mind my business, get My money and act like they don't start shit. Stealin' thousand dollar sodas on the custom-made Cart. I ain't tryna stop where I started. Niggas playin' with my name like the block went Retarded. If this was a older days, You'd be watchin' what you say. 'Cause we knowin' that your face be on the Back of a carton. Mmm Damn, conductor, where'd you find this? Worthy? P Worthy? Street legend? Let me give y'all a little story about P Worthy. My man, he been boppin'. In the spot with a gang of homies. He walk in one day, We in there biggin' it. I'm like, "What's up, bro? Where you from?" He like, "I'm from Piru." I'm like, "Fire a shot," we been locked in Ever since. This ain't no fairy tale. This real street shit. A solid nigga. No cut. Westside.