Album Name : Favela Tres
Release Date : 2014-07-16
Song Duration : 5:02
Conejo Medal Of Honor
Medal of honor, for the time I served
Ese chilling at the spot, like what's the word
Your squad weak, infrared they dome
Ese hugging on ah payment mouth filled up with foam
From the campos, all the way to the bosses
I moved up the latter always took my precautions
The hood on the sea can't breath they leave
The AK speak RIP your scene
Ah new generation of f..cking soldados
Same old fame big reshipments of clavo
The dough increases, all cash no leasing
Gotta clap the heat, C Roca creeping
I'm Sadow, cus I'm ah legend
I snuffed out rookies, with various weapons
I pull the iron from my pocket, with hollow tips
I bop 'im in the chest, fire on his whip
My strategy classic, blue print for survival
Bullets barking at my rival's late night my arrival
Had the funeral pala, paralyzing his chances
Now we in ah coffin, the killing was tragic
I'm guided by the omen's that, come into me
I'ma live for the moment cus the moment is key
Sweat larges, and it collages
Ese European trip, pull it into garages
The Gate keeper, the chain of command
Rifle hanging off my shoulder how I move with the gang
Then I climb, for ah notch on my belt
Promoted once again, cus I did so well
I'm in charge, of our whole battalion
Ese orders to the T, now they got me commanding
Mission handle, I'm worth ah million dollars
When I get back to the base I get ah medal of honor
West Side chronicle, ese kaistic ball
And what goes up, it's bound to fall
They gamble then the scramble cus my lecture is pressure
The game I got to give be ah hit and treasure
That's love, it's what help maintain
Cus riding shot gun, you might catch his brain
Six a.m, the Feds is lurking
Ah smooth operation dope house is working
Stone cold killers met along the way
Heavy gunners at the sighting in case they gotta filet
You relate? Homie that's how it goes
I raised a lot of bastards, like they was my own
Now I'm home, after all this time
If shit pop off, I'm back to pushing the line
Just ah kid, selling feins some sope
If ah cooker got stupid that's the end of his road
The Gate keeper, the chain of command
Rifle hanging off my shoulder how I move with the gang
Then I climb, for ah notch on my belt
Promoted once again, cus I did so well
I'm in charge, of our whole battalion
Ese orders to the T, now they got me commanding
Mission handled, I'm worth ah million dollars
When I get back to the base I get ah medal of honor