Real o.g. - Conejo

I Drove Up

And Everyone Was Dead

I Pose A Ominous Threat

I’ll Put Your Ass In Check

Distorted

I Want The Federal Reserve

Revelations: 13

Second Beast Emerged

Amazon Coke Labs

On A Daily Basis

Ship Fucken Birds

To The Ghetto Oasis

The Only Traces

Is Them Dope Fiend Faces

Behind Fucken Bars

Cause They Catching Them Cases

I Ensoul Muthafuckers

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

I’m A Real O. G

I’m From The 213

I’m From The L.A.C

I’m A Real O. G

You Ain’t A Made Man

Why You Acting Like One

Fuck Your Get Along Gang

On The Streets We Bang

It’s Just Harpys

And I Don’t Need No Aid

You Muthafuckers Sound Lame

You About To Get Sprayed

You Lil Bitches

All Joined Together

Ese Fuck Your Mixtape

It Won’t Make No Cheddar

Bodies Found

Cause I Bagged Them Suckers

The Boss Of Bosses

Cause A Fucken 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

I’m A Real O. G

I’m From The 213

I’m From The L.A.C

I’m A Real O. G

Someone’s Been Murdered

And They Blamed It On Me

But I Don’t Give A Fuck

It’s Still Two Five Street

I Lost Trust Dog

In A Few I Know

Now Everywhere I Go

I Fucken Lay Real Low

Just In Case Homie

The Fucken 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 Muthafucker

Or Your Cap Get Peeled

Ese Criminal Approach

Criminal Get Slaughtered

Ese Big C-O-N

Smoke All Hi Power

I Devour

A Fucken 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 Fuck Off The Deck

Before You And Your Crew

Start Eating This Lead

I’m A Real O. G

I’m From The 213

I’m From The L.A.C

I’m A Real O. G