Melo Chip And a Brick

(Conductor, we have a problem! Conductor, we have a problem!)
Wah (Conductor)

I hope you real as you say (I hope you real as you say)
I hope you trill as you say (I hope you trill as you say)
I heard the feds on they way (I heard they comin')
I hope you real as you— Fuck it
I heard they comin'
I hear 'em bomin' (I hear 'em bomin')
I hope you can run, I hope you one hundred

Gather 'round hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
My dawg just dropped three hundred, he bought— (He bought—)
He say he ain't never gon' stop
Hang my stove from the rafters for what I did with the blocks
For what I did with the pot
For what I did with the rock
For what I did with Roc (Ha, ha)
I was rappin' on my spare time (I was)
I really had them rental doors stuffed and a kilo in the spare tire
Man, I'm dancin' while they pull thirteen-thousand grams out the Sion
I piled that money to a mountain, and I'ma die on it (Die on it)
That top shelf Ralph Lauren, I'm on my high horse
When Wayne was screamin', "Hollygrove," I had ninety Os, like, "What the fuck I'm tryna rhyme for?"
RIdin' foreign, I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how I'm on it
Pyramid bricks stamped with the eye of Horus
Bring in the chorus

I hope you real as you say (I hope you real)
I hope you trill as you say you is (I hope you trill)
I heard them boys on they way (I heard they comin')
I hope you real— (Man, you niggas pussy, grrt-bap-bap-bap)
I heard they comin' (Grrt-bap)
I hear 'em bomin' (Woo)
I hope you can run, I hope you one hundred

Don't compare me to these niggas, our shit night and day (Not me)
I had the stove goin' crazy and the microwave (Woo)
My dawg was tryna be Jordan, I was in the foreign tryna get Back to the Future
Shit, we both was thinkin' Michael J. (We was)
But, I was Marty McFly-in' the yay (I was)
Big steppin' in Dior, I had a designer parade (Woo)
It's a few things I been dyin' to say
Like, you niggas in the way, but you niggas not in my way (No)
You niggas know what I weigh (Yeah), you niggas know I'm the way (Yeah)
I seen your dream clouds and I flew through 'em, 'sleep on the plane
I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm 'bout to start a— That don't even matter (No)
Fuck the chitter-chatter
When my shooter bend a corner, bet they scatter
I did the knowledge for what they payin' for the streams and it don't add up
They got you tryna make it up to Heaven on a ladder
My young boy get you there so much faster (Grrt-bap-bap-bap-bap)

I hope you real as you say you is (I hope you real as you say)
I pray you trill (I pray you trill)
I heard the feds on they way (I heard they bomin')
I pray you real (I pray, brrt)
'Cause, I heard they comin' (Brrt, bap-bap)
I hear 'em bomin' (Woo)
I hope you can run, I hope you one hundred (Ah-ha-ha)
Stove