Conspiracy Video (MV)

Ss, huh, what you're ridin' in? a Trackhawck jeep (You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Every nigga I f*ck with, they, ss
Every nigga I f*ck with, they use they feet
Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it)
We gon' start by stop by the trenches
We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off that ain't handlin' they f*ckin' business
I remember them places them guns got buried
I remember that them bullets [?] my head
I remember the fully frrt, frrt, frrt by my dreads
I give a man their props
That ain't real, if he ain't shot, should've been shot
That shit he tried, that's all he got
I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot

This shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us)
This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped)
This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy)
This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop off your arms
This shit got serious, [?] the feds behind them drones
This shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home
I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, finna turn up my links
I had the hood Fox 'nem on security [?] the streets

'Cause they know I got more checks than pickup
Huh, they know I'm choppin' right with 'em
Huh, they know I got a career, If it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em
Huh, they know I'll never forget where I'm from, never think that I'm bigger than this shit
I know I ain't got no business at the store, so I hurry up and grab my kit
Huh, I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone, record, and go live and shit
Huh, I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit, got hit in their shit (Smoked)
I know they catch me at this store right now, they gon' swarm this bitch
Uh, if I see car rentals to the parkin' lot, I left-right this switch
I'm goin' there like Tony, there's real niggas lookin' up to me, so I stand all ten by my lonely
Huh, huh, I can't disappoint 'em (Ss), rose gold emeralds, pointers
I know you heard of Fatt Fox, huh, he make homies kill homies

This shit done got serious, I told every nigga I love, "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us)
This shit done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (They tapped)
This shit got serious, I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy)
This shit got serious, I know some young niggas that'll really come chop off your arms
This shit got serious, [?] the feds behind them drones
This shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home
I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, finna turn up my links
I had the hood Fox 'nem on security [?] the streets