Conflicting Pressure
I been on a mission
Sittin back
Like where the fuck I went wrong
Puttin my heartbreak
In all these slow songs
I swear wen I'm done
You gonna wish I was gone
Conflicting pressure
I broke some hearts
Trust me
I know I was wrong
It went both ways
How u gonna speak about me
Yea
Had them dreams of us
Ridin in that coupe
Me and u
No matter where we went to
If She want a Chanel
Get her 2
And she digging my fragrance
That Versace blue
Pick a foreign
Gotta skate in a few
Soon be touring
With the gang and my crew
City really soaring
Feelin like this my cue
Watch me work
In the clutch
Even wen so many doubted me
And I won't say no names
Stop playing them games
I'm pulling up quickly homie
Too late to switch over lanes
I hear the same thing
Wen it come to these bitches homie
I swear I only like to chill with my vibes
Because they never be tripping on me
And I already know that they gon ride
Because I keep shit official homie
Hit up gang
Stu booked back to back
Never fumble on the pack
Cuz it's no lacking
Reminiscing on my distant past
Know that mama would be mad I was trapping
If u walk through the spot wit ya hood up
Just make sure ya homies
Close by is gon pull up
Mind racing but learned to stay patient
Watch close for ya enemies
Might get u stood up
I been on a mission
Sittin back
Like where the fuck I went wrong
Puttin my heartbreak in all these slow songs
I swear wen I'm done
U gonna wish I was gone
Conflicting pressure
I broke some hearts
Trust me
I know I was wrong
It went both ways
How u gon speak about me
Yea
It's been years I been to myself
Know the time and work
Is really gon help
Steady creeping
Need some stats on my belt
Fuck 12
Free my bro out that cell
Know they giving him hell
And I'm wishing him well
Dam I wish he had bail
Phone clicking
Gotta put it on DND
Oo so u miss me now?
Who knew?
Conflicting pressure
I broke some hearts
Trust me
I know I was wrong
It went both ways
How u gon speak about me
Yea
It's been years I been to myself
Know the time and work
Is really gonna help
Steady creeping
Need some stats on my belt
Fuck 12
Free my bro out that cell
Know they giving him hell
And I'm wishing him well
Dam I wish he had bail
Phone clicking
Gotta put it on DND
Oo so u miss me now?
Who knew?
Sittin back
Like where the fuck I went wrong
Puttin my heartbreak
In all these slow songs
I swear wen I'm done
You gonna wish I was gone
Conflicting pressure
I broke some hearts
Trust me
I know I was wrong
It went both ways
How u gonna speak about me
Yea
Had them dreams of us
Ridin in that coupe
Me and u
No matter where we went to
If She want a Chanel
Get her 2
And she digging my fragrance
That Versace blue
Pick a foreign
Gotta skate in a few
Soon be touring
With the gang and my crew
City really soaring
Feelin like this my cue
Watch me work
In the clutch
Even wen so many doubted me
And I won't say no names
Stop playing them games
I'm pulling up quickly homie
Too late to switch over lanes
I hear the same thing
Wen it come to these bitches homie
I swear I only like to chill with my vibes
Because they never be tripping on me
And I already know that they gon ride
Because I keep shit official homie
Hit up gang
Stu booked back to back
Never fumble on the pack
Cuz it's no lacking
Reminiscing on my distant past
Know that mama would be mad I was trapping
If u walk through the spot wit ya hood up
Just make sure ya homies
Close by is gon pull up
Mind racing but learned to stay patient
Watch close for ya enemies
Might get u stood up
I been on a mission
Sittin back
Like where the fuck I went wrong
Puttin my heartbreak in all these slow songs
I swear wen I'm done
U gonna wish I was gone
Conflicting pressure
I broke some hearts
Trust me
I know I was wrong
It went both ways
How u gon speak about me
Yea
It's been years I been to myself
Know the time and work
Is really gon help
Steady creeping
Need some stats on my belt
Fuck 12
Free my bro out that cell
Know they giving him hell
And I'm wishing him well
Dam I wish he had bail
Phone clicking
Gotta put it on DND
Oo so u miss me now?
Who knew?
Conflicting pressure
I broke some hearts
Trust me
I know I was wrong
It went both ways
How u gon speak about me
Yea
It's been years I been to myself
Know the time and work
Is really gonna help
Steady creeping
Need some stats on my belt
Fuck 12
Free my bro out that cell
Know they giving him hell
And I'm wishing him well
Dam I wish he had bail
Phone clicking
Gotta put it on DND
Oo so u miss me now?
Who knew?
Credits
Writer(s): Jawon Moore
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