Conscience (feat. Future)

Yeah, Project Baby
 These streets took my conscience
 Blee
 Sniper Gang
 These streets took my conscience
 Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
 I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
 I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
 Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
 Brown liquor made my dawg insane
 Booted up a geek, it's the same thang
 Fish scale or molly, it's the same name
 Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?
 The big Patek face cost ten chains
 Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
 Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane
 For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine
 Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
 Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
 I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
 I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
 I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair
 I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip
 Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry
 Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior
 Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries
 Run my money up in a hurry
 Thirteen strippers, James Harden
 Money make you greedy when you starving
 Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
 Before I had anything, I was saucing
 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
 All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them
 She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
 Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
 I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey)
 Me and Future gang gang, same thang
 I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
 Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
 I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
 These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul
 These streets took all my soul from me
 Tried to leave me in the cold
 These streets took my conscience from me
 Now tough love is all I show
 I know my niggas got love for me
 And they filling up they nose
 I know my Levi got love for me
 She just want everybody to know
 I know my niggas, they be missin' me
 So I be posted on the straw
 I don't even care about how much cash I see
 I'm always gon' be in the 'No
 I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
 I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
 In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
 I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray
 I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain
 I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way
 Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid
 These streets took my conscience
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
 These streets took my conscience
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
 
 Yeah, Project Baby
 These streets took my conscience
 Blee
 Sniper Gang
 These streets took my conscience
 Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
 I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
 I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
 Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
 Brown liquor made my dawg insane
 Booted up a geek, it's the same thang
 Fish scale or molly, it's the same name
 Murder by the stains, which gang you claim?
 The big Patek face cost ten chains
 Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
 Real talk, 150 when it's plain Jane
 For the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine
 Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
 Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
 I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
 I kick lil' dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
 I bought that bitch a wig 'cause she ain't got no hair
 I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber 'cause she ain't got no whip
 Thirty golds in my mouth like I'm Stephen Curry
 Thirty clip in my Glock 'cause I'm a damn warrior
 Streets left me scarred, ain't no worries
 Run my money up in a hurry
 Thirteen strippers, James Harden
 Money make you greedy when you starving
 Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
 Before I had anything, I was saucing
 'Fore I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
 All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them
 She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
 Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
 I'm credit card swipin' at the Chase Bank (ey)
 Me and Future gang gang, same thang
 I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
 Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
 I remember hittin' houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
 These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul
 These streets took all my soul from me
 Tried to leave me in the cold
 These streets took my conscience from me
 Now tough love is all I show
 I know my niggas got love for me
 And they filling up they nose
 I know my Levi got love for me
 She just want everybody to know
 I know my niggas, they be missin' me
 So I be posted on the straw
 I don't even care about how much cash I see
 I'm always gon' be in the 'No
 I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
 I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
 In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
 I brought a brand new K, I can't wait to let it spray
 I'm sorry mom, ain't mean to bring you through so much pain
 I said I'm sorry mom, I ain't mean for it to be this way
 Ayy but fuck it, bitch, I'm here, I got diamond rings
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm gettin' paid
 These streets took my conscience
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
 These streets took my conscience
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid
 All the finer things, designer jeans, I'm getting paid