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Conspiracy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Conspiracy was released on August 1, 2025 by Pyrex Vision The Label as a part of the album Cold Summer 2
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Release DateAugust 1, 2025
LabelPyrex Vision The Label
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM146

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SnowCaine
SnowCaine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Uncle YG
Uncle YG
Engineer

Lyrics

Cold summer, when I get in my bag and I get mad, nah, I start seein' blood
I'm a real big trendy, but fuck with Krim, you know that's my favorite cuz
I got the money and power to change the rules, don't care about how It was
They say crime no pay, but I'm in L.A, you know that, fentanyl does
We got bricks of fet and coke around here just like they eightths of weed
Tell L.A. I ain't trippin' about that lil' bitch cause she ain't my speed
Want me to turn my backs all on my guys, **** keep waitin' to see I ride for you
And your beef, I'll tell you I love you, ****, ask Banks and pee
S.r.T. put the switch on for me, bro, they give it to Dean and Zay
Two Ps of the sealed packs, movin' on the floor, no, that's an easy day
Big bro say he got three bricks to the H, I told him, just lead the way
Asked Huncho why I had them choppers up around me as soon as I hit the A
**** thinkin' they fuckin' with Snowcaine, man, you **** crazy
Pitchin' me, ever getting shot, never spin it back, you **** crazy
I done sent bros on gameplays, they won trophies, this shit amazing
I could go broke and run it back up to a 80 ball, you **** lazy
Fuckin' on this lil' bad bitch, Brody like an kno I Might pass her off
The pussy cool, but the head game, it was Super trash, made me go soft
Two bodies on my favorite glizzy, I'ma really Miss her, but she gettin' tossed
I don't give a fuck about no Wingstop servin' More chickens than that **** Ross
I know you **** be sneak dissin, so at my Name, it says out there
Asked your Brody when the bullets hit him, he Was 220, hit buckten
If I'm fucking on her she fell in love wit me, so It's nothin' for me to fuck again
**** mad cause they hurt they pockets Broke, these **** can't up a ten
Or a 20 ball, or a 40 piece shit, I'm out your lean now
Yola bricks gone from 15, I remember clearly, that was three pound
Locked in it cell four years, I couldn't see, but I Can see now
Thinkin' bout makin' plays for Yola bricks on My way to Eat chow
When I get in my bag and I get mad, nah, I start Seein' blood
I'm a real big trendy, but fuck with Krim, you know that's my favorite cuss
I got the money and power to change the rules, don't care about how it was
They say crime don't pay, but I'm in L.A, you know that, fentanyl does
When I get in my bag and I get mad, nah, I start seein' blood
When I get in my bag and I get mad, nah, I start seein' blood
Written by: Snow Caine
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