Conejo - Real O.G. lyrics

[Verse 1] I Drove Up And Everyone Was Dead I Pose A Ominous Threat I'll Put Your Ass In Check Distorted I Want The Federal Reserve Revelations: 13 Second Beast Emerged Amazon Coke Labs On A Daily Basis Ship f**en Birds To The Ghetto Oasis The Only Traces Is Them Dope Fiend Faces Behind f**en Bars Cause They Catching Them Cases I Ensoul Muthaf**ers When The Soft Get Hard I Conduct The Rock Like A Share Of Stock Eradicate Em If They Set Up Shop To Close To The Spot Were The Dubs Get Bought Knock Knock Homie It's Another Cluck 3 Gold Rope Chains Break Em Off A Chunk You Know Whats Up We Showed Up In Them Navy's T-K-S Was Balling A Caravan Of Denali's [Hook] I'm A Real O.G I'm From The 213 I'm From The L.A.C I'm A Real O.G [Verse 2] You Ain't A Made Man Why You Acting Like One f** Your Get Along Gang On The Streets We Bang It's Just Harpys And I Don't Need No Aid You Muthaf**ers Sound Lame You About To Get Sprayed You Lil b**hes All Joined Together Ese f** Your Mixtape It Won't Make No Cheddar Bodies Found Cause I Bagged Them s**ers The Boss Of Bosses Cause A f**en Ruckus Just Like Old Times It's 211 On Mines Enemies On There Block Throwing Up Gang Signs So We Jump Out And Dump Several Times Tomorrow Hear About It On Channel 9 So Many Died That Night With My Face On Their Mind The Barrel Of A 9 16 Go Inside They Wonder Why They Fell Asleep In The Ride You Could Run All You Want But When It's Time It's Time [Hook] I'm A Real O.G I'm From The 213 I'm From The L.A.C I'm A Real O.G [Verse 3] Someone's Been Murdered And They Blamed It On Me But I Don't Give A f** It's Still Two Five Street I Lost Trust Dog In A Few I Know Now Everywhere I Go I f**en Lay Real Low Just In Case Homie The f**en Rumors Are True They Put A Price On My Head I'm A Take Em To School You Feel Me You The Victim Here Give Me Space Muthaf**er Or Your Cap Get Peeled Ese Criminal Approach Criminal Get Slaughtered Ese Big C-O-N Smoke All Hi Power I Devour A f**en Bird In A Hour A 50 Desert E I'm A Tower Of Power I Enter The Cypher Burner Tucked At My Waist U.S. Marshall's Was Crawling All Over The Place Strap Flexed Get The f** Off The Deck Before You And Your Crew Start Eating This Lead [Hook] I'm A Real O.G I'm From The 213 I'm From The L.A.C I'm A Real O.G