[00:00.42][Intro]
[00:00.68]Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
[00:07.93]Ayo
[00:12.19]Flygod
[00:12.95][Verse]
[00:13.45]Ayo, rockin' all Sacai in the 911 soft-top (Skrrt)
[00:16.20]Hopped out, big drum on it, had to sort 'em out (Brr, brr)
[00:18.71]Peace, my name's West, but I'm from the East (Ah)
[00:22.97]Ayo, the only ***** that got five visions with fire vision
[00:26.23]Open your eyes, listen, this our time, Christie's and Fly
[00:28.73]Waitin' for fly *******, sippin' pain in the rain
[00:30.99]Never got wet, this for my *****s that's locked in the cage
[00:33.99]Brushin' they waves with a chip bag, drive it like Six Flags (Skrrt)
[00:36.74]Clothes from Fifth Ave, broke it, I got rich fast
[00:39.76]How you figure you *****s iller? You illin', millin', and shillin'
[00:42.00]Icon, what a wonderful feeling, put holes in your building (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[00:45.26]***** willin', I be touchin' big bags (Ah)
[00:47.52]Goyard leashes on all-red Saint Bernards
[00:49.77]Saint Laurents, water whip the coke with the Avian
[00:52.02]They be on bullshit, I be on real time
[00:54.79]I be out in France with Clovis sippin' real wine
[00:57.53]Toast to my real *****s that's sellin' **** still (Ah)
[01:01.79][Interlude]
[01:04.30]I be sippin' real wine, toast to my *****s (Brr)
[01:08.06]Toast to my *****s in the field, s— (Brr)
[01:10.31]Mm-mm-mm, na-na and red wine
[01:13.32]Toast to my *****s in the field, sellin' ****, yeah
[01:16.57]To my *****s still in field, sellin' **** (Ah)
[01:29.85][Outro: Ghostface Killah]
[01:33.61]My middle knuckle is bigger than all my knuckles on this hand right here, bruh
[01:37.61]You ain't got a scratch on your middle knuckle
[01:39.87]You know what I mean? You ain't been through nothin'
[01:41.37]You never— Ain't— You never been in the— In the crib
[01:43.63]With welfare cheese and fried bologna and all that stuff like that for dinner at nighttime, man
[01:48.39]Don't come at me with that lil' punk ass shit

Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
Ayo
Flygod
Ayo, rockin' all Sacai in the 911 soft-top (Skrrt)
Hopped out, big drum on it, had to sort 'em out (Brr, brr)
Peace, my name's West, but I'm from the East (Ah)
Ayo, the only ***** that got five visions with fire vision
Open your eyes, listen, this our time, Christie's and Fly
Waitin' for fly *******, sippin' pain in the rain
Never got wet, this for my *****s that's locked in the cage
Brushin' they waves with a chip bag, drive it like Six Flags (Skrrt)
Clothes from Fifth Ave, broke it, I got rich fast
How you figure you *****s iller? You illin', millin', and shillin'
Icon, what a wonderful feeling, put holes in your building (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
***** willin', I be touchin' big bags (Ah)
Goyard leashes on all-red Saint Bernards
Saint Laurents, water whip the coke with the Avian
They be on bullshit, I be on real time
I be out in France with Clovis sippin' real wine
Toast to my real *****s that's sellin' **** still (Ah)
I be sippin' real wine, toast to my *****s (Brr)
Toast to my *****s in the field, s— (Brr)
Mm-mm-mm, na-na and red wine
Toast to my *****s in the field, sellin' ****, yeah
To my *****s still in field, sellin' **** (Ah)
My middle knuckle is bigger than all my knuckles on this hand right here, bruh
You ain't got a scratch on your middle knuckle
You know what I mean? You ain't been through nothin'
You never— Ain't— You never been in the— In the crib
With welfare cheese and fried bologna and all that stuff like that for dinner at nighttime, man
Don't come at me with that lil' punk ass shit