Westside Gunn - Michael Irvin lyrics

Conductor, Conductor, Conductor ayo
Ayo

Everybody think they fly now
But ain't nobody flyer (Ah)
You ever cooked a half a brick
In the air fryer? (Ah)
Shootin' out the Lambo truck 'til
I was tired
(Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Cases everywhere, burned a hole in the tire
Made his whole face lock up, my shit fire
(Ah) forties in the Buffs, but today
I wore the Wires (I wore the Wires)
Don't talk too loud, lord, he got the wire
(He got the wire)
China flea market aprons on, baggin' China
(Ah) niggas got the Mike Tyson
Bags and the Spyders
Call to YN, I need two niggas snipin'
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
FLYGOD, everybody wanna be like him
Back of the 'Bach
But I still like to drive it (Skrrt)
Nothin' hurt worse than ChineGun dyin'
Nightmares my whole bid
I'm at the showers with the knifers (Ah)
P Murda 'bout two cells down
He real righteous
Respected by the one-to-one niggas
To the lifers (Ah)
We got niggas wearin' shitbags
And the diapers stomach full of staples
On the fuck nigga diet
Knee on the neck, now everybody riot
(Fuck the police)
They been killin' niggas, do the math
Peep the science (Peep the science)
You want my autograph, kiss my hand
I'm your highness (I'm your highness)
Taste the work, better turn two
I'm a psychic (Ah)
My niggas shoot your whole
Block down for excitement
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
FLYGOD, the one who made
Thunder and lightning (Uh)
Who made water wet
I need Sly out confinement
My coke positive, you drop yours
The shit minus woke up, middle of the night
My celly cryin' the nigga got a L
He realized he gon' die there

Dallas Cowboy Michael Irvin was indicted on
Two counts of drug possession Monday
He faces up to twenty years
In prison if convicted
This stems from a March 4th incident
In which police found Irvin
Former teammate Alfredo Roberts and
Two female companions in an Irving
Texas motel room along with substantial
Amounts of marijuana and cocaine