Conejo — Endangered Species lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Endangered Species" by Conejo.

Lyrics

Yeah shit is hot out there
All kinds of indictment
These mothafuckers been using drones
Watching shit from the sky
Believe that
That’s some real shit
When I first got on
Nothing really was there
The ones that had done it
No longer could run it
It’s not a diss
There was a new generation
Knocking at the door
With that gang conversation
Trouble followed
Tips were hallow
Ese young bald high
Homie speaking in calo
Es cuando caigo
With that city of angels
In front of thee impala
Squatting down at an angle
My underground buzz
Went across state lines
Everyone had a spot
I was securing mine
It was certain
Angel of death had arrived
And I ain’t going out
I was built to survive
C-Loco strived
To be among the elite
But all that I seen
Was hate and deceit
They gave a title
And a category
Some felt ashamed
Said they wasn’t the same
Endangered species
Here recounting events
About the music
That we make
And What it represents
A Supplement
To what you already know
Historically they facts
Homie showing growth
Endangered species
Is what they call me
I’m a old time gangster
With the sub machine Tommy
Nothing can calm me
Cause I’m about to go off
Isn’t it what they expect
From C-Loco the boss
The times are changing
Some have come and gone
I’ve collabed the best
Legendary songs
And achievement
A piece of work
And at the same fuckin time
I was doing my dirt
Como yo
That’s something hard to find
A poet from the block
Street state of mind
I’ve been signed to myself
A couple of times
Top lyrical assassin
When I’m on my grind
I’m your number one pick
Even though we at odds
And everything I do
Is in the hands of the gods
My intent
They know it all
For one of us to make it
Have a plaque on their wall
I’ve hit up walls
With roll calls of names
I wanna cut a record
And feature the same
All my homeboys
In this thing of ours
Reunited for a cause
Thank you for thee applause
Endangered species
Here recounting events
About the music
That we make
And What it represents
A Supplement
To what you already know
Historically they facts
Homie showing growth
Endangered species
Is what they call me
I’m a old time gangster
With the sub machine Tommy
Nothing can calm me
Cause I’m about to go off
Isn’t it what they expect
From C-Loco the boss
They memorize my lines
They like what they hear
I put the pedal to the medal
When I talk about fear
No sleep though
Cause paper is calling
They ain’t on my level
So their sales keep falling
I proceed
To smoke my spliff
West side low bottoms
On some gangster shit
I make noise
It’s like I’m dead and alive
Ese no where to be seen
But I open your eyes
Over the stove
Ese the crack is cooking
Two dead bodies
From the disco shooting
Soul token
As the story unfold
Ese everything that glitter
Ain’t made in gold
In these concrete jungle
Need stamina
Cause C-Rock lethal
And he’ll damage ya
They say I’m lost
But I beg to differ
7 albums last year
Trukos come through swifter
Endangered species
Here recounting events
About the music
That we make
And What it represents
A Supplement
To what you already know
Historically they facts
Homie showing growth
Endangered species
Is what they call me
I’m a old time gangster
With the sub machine Tommy
Nothing can calm me
Cause I’m about to go off
Isn’t it what they expect
From C-Loco the boss
There’s no telling
How much longer Ima make it
One things for damn sure
Ima stay on for as long as I can
Que mas me queda?
Si no es esto
No es nada
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