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Conejo - Ill Make You Famous Lyrics

I'll Make You Famous Song Lyrics
I'll Make You Famous by 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 sh*t 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 f**king 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 f**k 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 f**k what they talking they got nothing on me
And I'm sheisty they better come at me right
Specially trying to cop their f**king 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
Muthuf**ker in the calles with that sh*t 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 f**k 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 f**k what they talking they got nothing on me
And I'm sheisty they better come at me right
Specially trying to cop their f**king 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 muthuf**kers 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