Surf & Turf (feat. T.F, 2 Eleven & Ab-Soul)

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Con-Con-Conductor

Yeah

Con, you know I got you

My brother, for real

This family right here

Yeah

Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still tryna get my dick wet

I'ma get high, yeah, let her suck me like Skip said

That might went over your head, drink it down, it's no Sudafed

Dressed in red, no valentine, but funk love instead

Foolish bread, the type that come in off of what we said

Rapper shit, I was still young when I was bracking, kid

The Lexo, bubble eye edition, had that bitch on fig'

Reminisce to Smokey while I smoke on Biggs

In my bed like peas, this the life I live

Talkin' 'cause I lived it, like, "Blood, this the life I lived"

Made it out of pimping, some still in this shit

I dodged the bid, fuck is this?

My feet a hunnid thousand since I drop a wiz

Holy water, Bangkok sipping, I retired this

Word wide Worthy, got them singing like they from the set

Dead Prez Vol. 2 CD in my red Benz

Never hung with hookers for the look unless she looking rich

Now look at this, the AP plain Jane, the Prezzy look gold as piss

I'ma keep going

**** don't feel the pyro in your voice

It don't come off vulture, I'm a west boy, 2L rider

Gonzales, real funkster

Oh, he from Canada, Indian tour make you still wonder

How he stack better than blood, bitch, I'm a real solider

Wars with across towns, wake up, survive like a cup of Folgers

And B rule mama don't know you, then I don't know you

Four doors, hoping out of Bentleys but it's Bei Ru

Stay true, I don't switch up, bitch, I stay on

Roll down the windows, do you got Grey Poupon?

Doo doo stain you like ketchup, the white we wet up

Ayo

Day straight mobbing

The boys around my way they godless

But Machine, I'm the apex monster

You're writing sixteens, I'm like JK Rowling's

488 page novel

It may not even take eight hours

We drink half and leave the rest on the table

Shit, we waste paid bottles

My pay way larger

I stay plugged in like the Playstation console

And if any dismay may follow, we spray throttle

I nicknamed the yay Latto

I ripped it out the plastic, know some dudes out in Cali

That'll rip you out your jacket

Shoe was in two possessions of pistols on my jacket

The shit I'm on is classic

See, they need me on they records, I'm assisting all they magic

Bitch, I'm Scott Skiles, the AP been cropped out

I see a bunch of little knees that want my spot now, that's my style

Opened up the lane, and you hot now

I'm in the trenches, holding choppas made in Moscow

Yeah, we was generous to these degenerates

They keep pretending it's love so they can reap the benefits

I get you touched in any city, boy, my reach is limitless

A bunch of goons come and breach your premises, ****

Machine, bitch

Uh, three man weave with the mean stitch

How I remember bitches hustling, selling clean piss

I forced the ball alone 'cause how my team dipped

Feeling like Ace Boogie, how I need Mitch

He still a ****, he trying to insurance up a lane lit

These days, bitches too friendly, I need a mean bitch

One that done witnessed it all, but still ain't seen shit or heard nothin'

How you do biz and still ain't learn nothin'?

All I know is fast money, that's how I learned to budget

Red lights slipping, can't believe it's not butter

Hit his gut, then his chin, like the Stone Cold Stunner

Uh, Gucci North Face puffer, easy to tuck it

I told you, I feel like Ace Boogie, don't call me lucky

I was made for it, yeah, I'm on buck

Might throw the shades on, they slept on me

Nightmares, that's why I came for 'em

Shooting out the Eddie Bauer explorer

On my shoulders, who ain't dead or alive

We 'bout that tour

Uh, came a long way from bottlin' pours

Never did Neosporin, yeah, I'm proud of my scars

Look, blame Kansas, yeah, I'm proud of my dawgs

In Neiman's like Petco, uh, Prada my dawgs

Profit enlarged

Killer

I'm a chemist, I turn powder to hard

Kept the scanners through the war, like I'm Oliver North

Slide with a torch, if **** green, we robbing the source

Already on my next lick, ain't no time to remorse

Aye, was bracking five politics, Illuminati don't get sacrificed

Switch on the back of the stick, yeah, that's rapid fire

About my chili and chicken, I'm big tripping

S-corps and LLC's, its big business

Yeah, I'm a icon, jumping out a drop don

Top me off till she get lockjaw, then she getting dropped off

Louis, Tom Ford, counting pounds out in London, I'm a top boy

This lifestyle, gotta be willing to die for

Aye, man, raging against the machine

With assistance from the Machine

Deal ammo, aiming at your enamel, say cheese

Imagine the Bible, recited by the Elohim

Then wake up and say hello to me

Different gold commode, same shit, smell the potpourri

Nah mean?

The best thing since sliced bread, save a loaf of me

And two fish, who is you, bitch?

Jesus wept and doves cry, say it with hubris

Leggo my ego, I do it for the people

Drop an ice cube in my glass, half full, then squabble with Debo

I'm not what you need, bro

I'm stopping with the mob against evil

Applying knowledge off the top of the noggin', then scribing in Hebrew

Somebody stop me, I left the mask off

I'm getting too cocky

Lil' mama beside me is getting way too sloppy

I'm finna take her to Nassau County

Drop a bounty on her, then mash off

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, how'd he do, ho?

I can't even drive, I'll still slide on you, though

From here to your turf, from Earth to Pluto

With this superfluous service, I deserve a kudos

But fuck all this verbiage, long as you know

That I know what you know, the sentiment is mutual

The dudes, you know who's

Quick to drop a stack on your cap

Like we playing Jenga and I'm wack

Don't be hard headed, protecting that

Solo