Tekst piosenki ' Chrome Magnum ' wykonawcy Rome Streetz

C-C-Conductor
Conductor, we—

Ayo
Get cash and live glamorous (Uh-huh)
Plenty bad bitches, polyamorous
Gold on my hand and wrist
Reaped the rewards because I ran the risk (I did)
Seen too many niggas fall and fail 'cause they ain't plan the shit
Two Ls, roll a cool J, I'm smokin' cannabis (Haha)
In the same space, me and these weird niggas can't exist (These niggas weird!)
Before fans, I had fiends that needed grams to sniff
Crumpled dollars in my jeans, livin' scandalous
Wild teen, Mom couldn't handle us (Sorry mommy)
No love in the land of lust, every palm ain't a hand to trust
You either got it or you don't, we ran the scammin' up
Profit off your profile then go shop in Canada
Built for the grind, I got stamina
Fuck the elevator, I took the stairs, didn't hold on the banister
Wanted the glamor life, I couldn't get it as a janitor (Nah)
Seen a head smoke a pebble out a Sprite canister
Fast forward, I'm Louis'd down in front a fan camera, posin'
Wrist used to be numb from the cuffs, now they frozen
If it was ever fake love, just know the bond broken
I kick the fuckin' door down if it don't wan' open (Fuck outta here)

Gold rings and designer fabrics
Push a fast foreign whip (Skrr), keep a chrome magnum (Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Eat dinner off the same plate that I was baggin'
Elevated to the stage from the paddy wagon
Gold rings and designer fabrics
Push a fast foreign whip (Skrr), keep a chrome ratchet (Bah! Bah! Bah!)
Eat dinner off the same plate that I was baggin'
Elevated to the stage from the paddy wagon (Ayo)

The rap game's a bitch I fuck, bust on her and left her soakin' wet (Haha)
Grown men actin' like hoes, they posin' no threat (These niggas washed!)
I give two fucks who you know and who you go get (Conductor, we have a problem!)
I've been so allergic to broke, I mastered the dough flip (Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor—Sir!)
Gold froze wrist, on shit in a Benzo whip
You don't wish me well, go blow dick - it's simple (Fuck outta here)
Fool sold his soul for no dough and credentials (Stupid)
Realizing your full potential is so essential
I put love on the back burner, got bread to attend to (I ain't got time)
I wonder how me makin' a move for me offends you?
A fool just another item of food on the menu (You niggas food)
And God can't protect you from the evil that men do
A angel pulled a pistol on a devil in a venue
38 special, no wrestle, left you wet suit (Bah! Bah!)
Main objective always been to get loot
And put 2 in a vial, then pass it out as a test tube

Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a—
C-Conductor—
Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, (Sir!), conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem!
Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem!