Sixty Four Bars Akkorde von
Conejo
Conejo

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Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
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I sat up in jail, all I did was plot
I been number one,
ain't no takin' my spot
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The seed was planted, in your mind
Now it was up to me, to go on my grind
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I pulled the strings,
don't question me
I'm the puppet master, you ain't shit to
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These are the three ways, but will I hit it?
It's a California, my way,
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don't tend to listen on a mission
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S -K -M, boy, you playin' with fire,
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eyes filled with hatred
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Reppin', indestructible,
it's a complex flow
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See, local gold, they S -O -S,
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they snitch on sight
So I'm K -O -F, that's kill on flight,
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then I'm back
From south to the border,
it's official recognition,
it's that neural border
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Deception in the ways of murder
I gave rise to them cocaine boulders
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Drove evil into your heart
Three rottweilers that could
tear you apart
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I'm dedicated to the shit I say
In every single city where my music play
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No assurance that you'll make it out
But from day one it's what I talked about
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I came up to Ohio
No introduction, you know my bio
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I'm sharp with the lesson
that I've been taught
While my face stay hidden
when I'm on the block
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Night rain, drove away the pain
Shipping starts in, cause I stay in my lane
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Black clouds, over my home
Savage gunfire coming from the chrome
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One man gang, scarf and stones
Some say I'm a storm,
some say I'm a ghost
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Heartache, the fucking funnel
This shit real deals rare, kia chico mano
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Yeah, it beats like that
Located at the spot,
boosted with the gat
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Hunger game, the story of my life
It's a matter of timing, so play it right
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I boogie on down to my own track
Double check, I'm insane
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Boy got two gats, so cross that line
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And it's a goal, you get hit
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With 30 or more, statue of limitations
Only seven years, that's a paid vacation
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And verdict, it's a case dismissed
You know better than to
fuck with this
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Unknown terrain, it's a exit doom
It's a welcome to my world,
you'll be dead real soon
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The thrill gonna end at the city limit
Homie see you in Rome,
it's a ain't no gimmicks
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Snowfall, it's a day and night
Escape is what you make it
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if you do it right, that's right
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Trigger man,
it's a weed three deep in a stolen van
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Tough times, the toughest times
The future belongs to the baddest rhymes
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So explore my tunes
from a different angle
I'm sharp on the beat, it comes disaster
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Dope dispatcher, the far out lands
It's a 24 and there is no 28 grams
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Is this hell? Cause I can't tell
Hold up I got a quarter pounds of meth to sell
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Outro 1
You
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