Conejo Story About My Life Lyrics

Verse one
How long will i last
in this life i live
ese running from some s___
that they say i did
been in other territorys
of diffrent gangs
and they dont f___ around
theyll kill you just the same
and some do you worst
like your family tree
ese over f___en keys
and some tons of weed
its all greed
and we love to bleed
but before i f___en go
i want to plant my seed
but im sterile from the drugs
that ive consumed
ese trigger finger numb
from the fools i schooled
i stayed true
to a ruthless game
ese big rabbit loco
heroin and caine
shots fired
they trying to take my life
ese catch my a__ slipping
on a stormy night
believe that
aint no building safe
out them l.a.x. hangers
high jacked me a plane

Chorus
this a story about my life
and the way it is
i smoke vets from your hood
i dont kill no kids
we do bids
and vatos plead the 5th
dont get lost in this maze
cause i'll split your wig
young trigg.
stay sparking the spliff
whole lot of arizona
and them cocaine bricks
gang flicks
in them teen angel mags.
you no the color of the rag
the home of bodybags

Verse two
Theres so much s___
that i could spit right now
ese drunk and high
on the f___en prowl
with crimes on my mind
that i havent commited
a trial in the works
suspect one be aquited
they want it gangster
like venom says
im the angel of death
barrio h - p - s
that dead end trece
tinyloco gang
all my hooverpark riders
homie kill on demand
im here - im there
im everywhere
ese the streets no whats up
with my dragons layer
im a g - you a fake
there aint much to say
half the rappers in l.a.
bit my devils play.
got zones
at the gates of hell
ese methamphedimes
got you fiends in jail
i flip well
off that digital scale
had tail - made bail
on a direct sale

Chorus
This a story about my life
and the way it is
i smoke vets from your hood
i dont kill no kids
we do bids
and vatos plead the 5th
dont get lost in this maze
cause i'll split your wig
young trigg.
stay sparking the spliff
whole lot of arizona
and them cocaine bricks
gang flicks
in them teen angel mags.
you no the color of the rag
the home of bodybags

Verse three
The hoods mine
so the world is f___ed
i'll turn 3 whiteboys
into the 3 white clucks
black chucks laced up
and some cut off shorts
ese gold rope chain
o.z. of the smoke
im on the scene
with out being seen
ese big brother cam
see the x-5 flee
into the night
and back tommorow night
the tequila got me drunk
lavada got me right
( sniff )
they call me scarface2
its like 2 guns say :
they wanna do like we do
but im a fool
wont tolerate there s___
in the audi a - 4
block balling in s___
they no the click that im with
will bust that grill
bust a cap real quick
got cheddar for real
ese dead presidents
homie euros and yens
dipped out with my set
dont make me raise my set