I'll Make You Famous - Conejo

When you run with killers you become ah killer

Sixteen in check from the strap for realer

Pop’s left I was ah welfare kid

So who’s the one to blame for the shit I did

I’m one hundred in the street trying to make ah buck

For sticking foo’s up is where I got my work

Loyalty to royal T spoon fed the fein

Though I jeopordized their life

The game’s so deep I go hard and the pot stay with me

Ain’t no killings in the park since we got them fifty’s

Them black B. M's cause the hood get paid

Ese flooding other states like ah fucking crusade

One eighty-seven and drugs be like steak and eggs

Presidents know what’s best cause we break they legs

It sound aggressive it’s what they whispering man

If this lames can’t hang get the fuck out my lane

I’ll make you famous I don’t save no hoe’s

Ese real murder cases no reality shows

Things change you know the business get grimy

Ese fuck what they talking they got nothing on me

And I’m sheisty they better come at me right

Specially trying to cop their fucking bricks of the

white

I get my grind on I play it smart in the street

Just ah G from the block low pro and discreet

Ah Mexican psycho is how you best address me

Little homies know whazz up

Your baby mama just text me

She’s sexy like ah secretary

Before you even met her I had pop that cherry

For real though I’m legendary with steel

Muthufucker in the calles with that shit you feel

I’m like carga you nodding out to the potion

They strung out quick can’t hang with the doses

Hypnosis when you hearing me flow this

I’m ah evil with doctor is the thing that you notice

Who the coldest ese out in the West

Don Rabbit Corleone and FUCK the rest

I’m innocent and the cases get filed

Body’s stack up in the van make the coroner smile

We wild though on two five and Hoover

Them muerto fin boys killing off them intruders

I’ll make you famous I don’t save no hoe’s

Ese real murder cases no reality shows

Things change you know the business get grimy

Ese fuck what they talking they got nothing on me

And I’m sheisty they better come at me right

Specially trying to cop their fucking bricks of the

white

I get my grind on I play it smart in the street

Just ah G from the block low pro and discreet

I got ah poison pen that’s full of sinai

And it strike muthufuckers when they try to collide

I could fight and myself and I

Trying to slide through my side boy it’s suicide

Ese ink hit the paper go straight to the booth

C Loco get saluted spit the truth to the youth

Evil swoop ese down on your stash

Then I’m out in Costa Rica homie smoking some hash