Conejo Games f..cked Up
This lazy muthufuckers ain't with the business
I've been head patrolling blowing up the bridges
At ah distance, foo I strap with ah quickness
Ain't no room to grieve ain't no forgiveness
Call my mistress, like where's my weed
She say it's on it's way no later than three
That's good, cus I wanna get high
Then get up in that booth, and spit some rhymes
About nights, at them SKS'es
If you had any doubt I'ma answer your questions
Leave impressions, like homeboy your gangsta
Ah bad situation bout to be ah disaster
And ah laughter, is of ah man insane
And the beat you got knocking is my casting fame
They spot the rain, in Southern California
Hold up I got ah call from Atlanta Georgia
The games f..cked up gotta set things straight
I do this for the culture, it's not for the hate
But wait dawg, don't get me wrong
Cus I check muthufuckas, in all my songs
And that could be you if you become my target
Dead body rolled up, in ah f..cking coffin
I'm heartless, that means I'll cut you up
Until you get it right you got the game f..cked up
It's ah long time coming, but now it's here
With them vendetta boys I'ma bring your fear
But what is fear, compared to love
It's ah battle sitting fights with the woof from above
We in the middle, and everything is ah riddle
I sleep with the pistol till I get an acquittla
My profit triple, the math thematic is simple
The props going off foo my lyrics ah missile
Here's the issue, they not doing enough
They caught up in the mix they just stunning a lot
That's why I owe this, ese year after year
With that top tier flow, is the flow of the year
And all this new artist, that's coming around
Trying'a set up shop, they about to get shot
POP, like ah f..cking pimple
That's all I'm gon' say, on this instrumental
The games f..cked up gotta set things straight
I do this for the culture, it's not for the hate
But wait dawg, don't get me wrong
Cus I check muthufuckas, in all my songs
And that could be you if you become my target
Dead body rolled up, in ah f..cking coffin
I'm heartless, that means I'll cut you up
Until you get it right you got the game f..cked up
I'm checking out the scene, and I see all the teams
Some got the drive but they lack the means
Should that stop 'em, no not at all
Before you f..cking work you need to learn how'da crawl
Cus this is what you call, professional ball
So if you ain't on that level then you need to withdraw
And some could ball, off ah secret assault
The plot carried out with ah poisonal gun
If the drums sound hard, than I'ma sound harder
Or I could take ah couple bullets with this body armor
I'm ah martor, with several criminal partners
And when I'm in the zone I'm ah ghetto monster
That's for starters, then it get complex
Sex rock and roll and this royalty checks
Coming in, from all sorts of places
Call me C Rap Propellers cus it touch on bases
The games f..cked up gotta set things straight
I do this for the culture, it's not for the hate
But wait dawg, don't get me wrong
Cus I check muthufuckas, in all my songs
And that could be you if you become my target
Dead body rolled up, in ah f..cking coffin
I'm heartless, that means I'll cut you up
Until you get it right you got the game f..cked up
