Conejo Close To Being Perfect
The city where I rap, is busting those caps
He dellapse three collapse and the phone is tapped
There's no map, you just know the trail
Encrypted message, that's coming from jail
The Gates of Hell, is where I dwell
From here I could see cemetery's and jails
And bitches, some of them high class
But most from the bottom with the big old act
Make ah decision, and pass it down
The chain of command ain't no f..cking around
I'm top tier, they call me ski mask boy
I chained 'em with the power from the city's deploy
Influential consequential you ain't got credentials
I could brake you down till you meet ah essential
And clown you, and all your brothers
Beretta shotgun f..cking sound like thunder
Make you wonder, how alone I done it
I took all your shit and let associates run it
Music funded, by the struggles and pain
Of the same muthufuckers, that's strolling the gang
I got it structured, to where I'm isolated
Nobody get close can't be located
Feel like I made it, cus the label respected
And the dope that I cook is close to being perfected
