"Church Fan" lyrics
Conway the Machine, Conductor Williams & Jae Skeese Lyrics
[Jae Skeese:]
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, Con—
Yeah, mm hmm
Uh huh, that's right
Check it out
Look, look
[Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine:]
I keep on patching in without a cross stitch (Uh huh)
My crafts fine art, if you in doors, you should have raised your pattern like a forklift (Woo!)
The trife life is Infamous for sending Shook Ones on up north trips (Ha)
My net worth since opposite of the Forbes list, it's hard shit
The options is limited (Limited), see they told me to
Build a fire that you profit from kindling (That's right!)
That DW piece is emerald cut, rocks in the ember land (You said?)
It's a pool in that yacht, then I'm swimming in (Ha!)
I still know where I came from though, I ain't forgot, I remember it, yo
The streets is not for the timid, you gotta be militant (Yeah)
Lil girl was 14, got robbed of her innocence (Yeah)
My Pain Provided Profit and the profit is instantaneous (Facts)
Ah, the view inside our ghettos don't contain them positive images (Nuh uh)
Niggas on the block, they totting Glocks and locking their grimaces
Trauma delivered 'em, vodka was sipping it
Butterscotch suede stock on their Timberlands (Woo!)
Tell me is this how God created man from the start of our genesis?
I create these flows and drop me a gem in it
Blowing brains like a shotty to Remington
Yeah, we back moving
My mans scoring like T mach Houston (Brrr!)
All red with a ski mask shooting (Yeah)
That boy was issuing threats
But I don't really think he that stupid (Hahaha)
Shoot at your leg, got your knee cap blue in
Leg shot, he in the tree, ass wounded
Thinking if he want his fam, part of a repass movement
That mental clarity set in as he had leaked that fluid
You understand the real when life deliver the message 'cause it's reaped that fluent (Reap that)
What's more important? The revenge or being there for his family? (Uh)
That's like asking me if I wanna watch my daughter walk across the stage
Or if I wanna be there for the Grammys
Had to learn it ain't for me if it don't enhance me or advance me (Talk that talk!)
[Conway the Machine:]
Brrr!
Know what it is, nigga
Big Drumwork shit
Know when you see that DW, you know what it is
High power rap, nigga
Step the lyrics up, fucking with us, nigga
Cypher with anybody
Conductor
We back
Hip hop is back
Conductor, we have a problem
Yeah, Machine, baby
Conductor
Praise, praise the lord, everybody (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord, everybody
Now everything that hair breath do what?
God is good, what?
And all the time, God is what? (Good!)
He's good
He's goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody
He's good!
Conductor, we have a problem
Conductor, Con—
Yeah, mm hmm
Uh huh, that's right
Check it out
Look, look
[Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine:]
I keep on patching in without a cross stitch (Uh huh)
My crafts fine art, if you in doors, you should have raised your pattern like a forklift (Woo!)
The trife life is Infamous for sending Shook Ones on up north trips (Ha)
My net worth since opposite of the Forbes list, it's hard shit
The options is limited (Limited), see they told me to
Build a fire that you profit from kindling (That's right!)
That DW piece is emerald cut, rocks in the ember land (You said?)
It's a pool in that yacht, then I'm swimming in (Ha!)
I still know where I came from though, I ain't forgot, I remember it, yo
The streets is not for the timid, you gotta be militant (Yeah)
Lil girl was 14, got robbed of her innocence (Yeah)
My Pain Provided Profit and the profit is instantaneous (Facts)
Ah, the view inside our ghettos don't contain them positive images (Nuh uh)
Niggas on the block, they totting Glocks and locking their grimaces
Trauma delivered 'em, vodka was sipping it
Butterscotch suede stock on their Timberlands (Woo!)
Tell me is this how God created man from the start of our genesis?
I create these flows and drop me a gem in it
Blowing brains like a shotty to Remington
Yeah, we back moving
My mans scoring like T mach Houston (Brrr!)
All red with a ski mask shooting (Yeah)
That boy was issuing threats
But I don't really think he that stupid (Hahaha)
Shoot at your leg, got your knee cap blue in
Leg shot, he in the tree, ass wounded
Thinking if he want his fam, part of a repass movement
That mental clarity set in as he had leaked that fluid
You understand the real when life deliver the message 'cause it's reaped that fluent (Reap that)
What's more important? The revenge or being there for his family? (Uh)
That's like asking me if I wanna watch my daughter walk across the stage
Or if I wanna be there for the Grammys
Had to learn it ain't for me if it don't enhance me or advance me (Talk that talk!)
[Conway the Machine:]
Brrr!
Know what it is, nigga
Big Drumwork shit
Know when you see that DW, you know what it is
High power rap, nigga
Step the lyrics up, fucking with us, nigga
Cypher with anybody
Conductor
We back
Hip hop is back
Conductor, we have a problem
Yeah, Machine, baby
Conductor
Praise, praise the lord, everybody (Praise the lord)
Praise the lord, everybody
Now everything that hair breath do what?
God is good, what?
And all the time, God is what? (Good!)
He's good
He's goody, goody, goody, goody, goody, goody
He's good!
Writer(s): Demond Price, Jarrett Jackson, Denzel Williams
