Supplying You With Dope - Conejo

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I got it sowed up

I’m the master dawg

Rock to the juggler

A rowdy mothafucka that’s a smuggler

It takes a lot

A lot to do this

50 LP’S bitch I thought you knew this

I rule this

I’ll smack you with the gun

That’s right homeboy

You gon need some on

I stoled cars in my youth

But now I spit bars in the booth

I’m an eagle slash fuckin demon

And when I’m in the sky

I feel the freedom

That’s the reason

For obscurity

But a brick by me it’s all purity

Ain’t that the way

It’s suppose to be?

Damn right homeboy

Gotta keep it G

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel

My criminal career is here to stay

Cause I’m the MP3

That you love to play

Ghostman with the massacre

That’s right mothafucker coming after you

It’s like I’m live

From the Medellin streets

Surrounded by sicarios

With their fuckin' heat

Take a seat

Before you get blown

I got you front row

That’s your gravestone holmes

Woah nobody going

We block your ass off

Pull your ass out the car

Same story that you heard before

Ese caught a vato slippin

Now he ain’t no more

I’m at the height of my power

Pulling off a heist

With the shots out louder

Good times ain’t hard to find

Here’s a little snow

To clear your mind

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel

Supplying you with dope

So you can feel