Conflicted
Sat thinking what the fuck am I doing
Tryna keep at music but shit ain't moving
Should I just pick up more food and move it
I'm Feeling conflicted which path am I choosing
Man say they're loyal but don't wan prove it
Bro move shady when pockets are slim I might just lose it
For a moment
Then I just zone in
Haze got me floating
Dunno how man's been coping
Don't show my cards
Not known for folding
God knows how many hours I spent in holding
Sat hoping for N.F.A
God please lemme buss this case
This will be the last one I swear ima change
Then I'm back in the trenches
No spade
Just this weight
Telling man I'll be 5 minutes just wait
But I took 15
They don't know what risk actually means
Them man got ski masks cuh dey actually ski
I talk crud with my chest cuh it's factual speech
Acting bad wid your Louis satchel all it's packin is keys
What I'm packin is sheathed
If I back it it's peak
Right now
I'm feeling conflicted
Ride out
Or should I just resist it
Light loud
Till my eyes feel blistered
My crown
They can't ever try lift it
Man bite sounds
But mines was gifted
Right now
I'm feeling conflicted
Ride out
Or should I just resist it
Light loud
Till my eyes feel blistered
My crown
They can't ever try lift it
Man bite sounds
But mines was gifted
Really and truly
I'm just tryna live a movie
Grab a likkle cutie
Slim waist and a fat booty
Instead of being sat in this hoopty
Waiting for next man to get a snoozy
Run up in the gaff where the loot be
Don't care who he's bredrin is
Brudda it's just the life that we live
Packs get jacked and flipped
Bruddas get stabbed or snitch
Bitches give hat or lip
Rappers get wrapped for a diss
Man might die or might live
It is what it is
But I'm tryna leave this shit in the past
Ain't gunna lie to no one this shits hard
Ptsd for tings I dun seen
Trust me when I say my minds scarred
That's why mans spliffs come like cigars
I use thick smoke to mask the pain
From all da times I was flat on my arse
Had to dumb it down for a sec fuck bars
They say they love it when man spits from the heart
Real love to any that was ere from the start
Big up my bruddas soon see them in the charts
I've come along way still gotta go far
Some times feel like Lex
I sometimes feel like Clark
Conflicted inside can't pick my path
Tryna keep at music but shit ain't moving
Should I just pick up more food and move it
I'm Feeling conflicted which path am I choosing
Man say they're loyal but don't wan prove it
Bro move shady when pockets are slim I might just lose it
For a moment
Then I just zone in
Haze got me floating
Dunno how man's been coping
Don't show my cards
Not known for folding
God knows how many hours I spent in holding
Sat hoping for N.F.A
God please lemme buss this case
This will be the last one I swear ima change
Then I'm back in the trenches
No spade
Just this weight
Telling man I'll be 5 minutes just wait
But I took 15
They don't know what risk actually means
Them man got ski masks cuh dey actually ski
I talk crud with my chest cuh it's factual speech
Acting bad wid your Louis satchel all it's packin is keys
What I'm packin is sheathed
If I back it it's peak
Right now
I'm feeling conflicted
Ride out
Or should I just resist it
Light loud
Till my eyes feel blistered
My crown
They can't ever try lift it
Man bite sounds
But mines was gifted
Right now
I'm feeling conflicted
Ride out
Or should I just resist it
Light loud
Till my eyes feel blistered
My crown
They can't ever try lift it
Man bite sounds
But mines was gifted
Really and truly
I'm just tryna live a movie
Grab a likkle cutie
Slim waist and a fat booty
Instead of being sat in this hoopty
Waiting for next man to get a snoozy
Run up in the gaff where the loot be
Don't care who he's bredrin is
Brudda it's just the life that we live
Packs get jacked and flipped
Bruddas get stabbed or snitch
Bitches give hat or lip
Rappers get wrapped for a diss
Man might die or might live
It is what it is
But I'm tryna leave this shit in the past
Ain't gunna lie to no one this shits hard
Ptsd for tings I dun seen
Trust me when I say my minds scarred
That's why mans spliffs come like cigars
I use thick smoke to mask the pain
From all da times I was flat on my arse
Had to dumb it down for a sec fuck bars
They say they love it when man spits from the heart
Real love to any that was ere from the start
Big up my bruddas soon see them in the charts
I've come along way still gotta go far
Some times feel like Lex
I sometimes feel like Clark
Conflicted inside can't pick my path
Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Vujovic
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