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conejo – real o.g. lyrics

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[verse 1]
i drove up
and everyone was dead
i pose a ominous threat
i’ll put your -ss in check
distorted
i want the federal reserve
revelations: 13
second beast emerged
amazon c-ke labs
on a daily basis
ship f-cken birds
to the ghetto oasis
the only traces
is them dope fiend faces
behind f-cken bars
cause they catching them cases
i ensoul m-th-f-ckers
when the soft get hard
i conduct the rock
like a share of stock
eradicate em
if they set up shop
to close to the spot
were the dubs get bought
knock knock homie
it’s another cluck
3 gold rope chains
break em off a chunk
you know whats up
we showed up in them navy’s
t-k-s was balling
a caravan of denali’s

[hook]
i’m a real o.g
i’m from the 213
i’m from the l.a.c
i’m a real o.g

[verse 2]
you ain’t a made man
why you acting like one
f-ck your get along gang
on the streets we bang
it’s just harpys
and i don’t need no aid
you m-th-f-ckers sound lame
you about to get sprayed
you lil b-tches
all joined together
ese f-ck your mixtape
it won’t make no cheddar
bodies found
cause i bagged them suckers
the boss of bosses
cause a f-cken ruckus
just like old times
it’s 211 on mines
enemies on there block
throwing up gang signs
so we jump out
and dump several times
tomorrow hear about it
on channel 9
so many died that night
with my face on their mind
the barrel of a 9
16 go inside
they wonder why
they fell asleep in the ride
you could run all you want
but when it’s time it’s time

[hook]
i’m a real o.g
i’m from the 213
i’m from the l.a.c
i’m a real o.g

[verse 3]
someone’s been murdered
and they blamed it on me
but i don’t give a f-ck
it’s still two five street
i lost trust dog
in a few i know
now everywhere i go
i f-cken lay real low
just in case homie
the f-cken rumors are true
they put a price on my head
i’m a take em to school
you feel me
you the victim here
give me space m-th-f-cker
or your cap get peeled
ese criminal approach
criminal get slaughtered
ese big c-o-n
smoke all hi power
i devour
a f-cken bird in a hour
a 50 desert e
i’m a tower of power
i enter the cypher
burner tucked at my waist
u.s. marshall’s was crawling
all over the place
strap flexed
get the f-ck off the deck
before you and your crew
start eating this lead

[hook]
i’m a real o.g
i’m from the 213
i’m from the l.a.c
i’m a real o.g