Conflicts of my Soul

What does she want from a nigga?
It be feeling like she's taking the blunt from a nigga
I be thinking she just wanted to stunt on a nigga
Had a couple minutes where I told her what's up with a nigga
Barely gotta think about a time she ain't talking to niggas
They be coming 'round and I be thinking 'bout busting the niggas
When I come around, I could think she don't fuck with a nigga
Now she wanna fuck, said the dick got her stuck with a nigga
Oh my God
Pull up to the bank, sign it off, know I'm taking out a lot
Fuck nigga shot
Missed by an inch, but I dodged
Know the devil trying to sabotage
Oh my Lord, uh
Gotta leave the bitch real soon cause a nigga's getting bored
Henny getting poured
Gotta use the words like a sword
I just had to get it out the mud, uh

When I come through, tell all my haters it's up
And if it's up then it's stuck, We off em, won't give a fuck
And if a nigga got a problem, we're gon' turn this shit up
Sincerely, niggas who tuck
I told my mama, these the conflicts of my soul yeah
These the conflicts of my soul, yeah
These the conflicts of my soul, yeah
These the conflicts of my soul, yeah

I can tell you're lying to me
Lately I don't think that you've been trying, truly
You don't really care for a nigga
Seeing that you're fucking evil, hope you're sparing a nigga
I don't wanna see you again
Shit I might even fuck on your friend
Knowing I cannot even pretend
Cause I know you cannot understand
Baby wanna, pull up in lambo
On the gram with a nigga in a bando
I can turn him to a mother fucking gram though
But, I don't really give a damn no
Baby wanna, pull up in lambo
On the gram with a nigga in a bando
I can turn him to a mother fucking gram though
But, I don't really give a damn no
I got some problems for real, what you think?
You'd be missing everything, nigga don't blink
Changing my drip like the ocean or sink
Turn off my phone when I pour up a drink
Dracos and Ninas and she dressed in pink
Roll up the gas, light it up, and it stinks
It's never a problem if niggas wan' link
We set up the nigga, we all got a blick, yeah

When I come through, tell all my haters it's up
And if it's up then it's stuck, We off em, won't give a fuck
And if a nigga got a problem, we're gon' turn this shit up
Sincerely, niggas who tuck
I told my mama, these the conflicts of my soul yeah
These the conflicts of my soul, yeah
These the conflicts of my soul, yeah
These the conflicts of my soul, yeah
When I come through, tell all my haters it's up
And if it's up then it's stuck, We off em, won't give a fuck
And if a nigga got a problem, we're gon' turn this shit up
Sincerely, niggas who tuck
I told my mama, these the conflicts of my soul

Turn this shit up
Who tuck
I told my mama these the conflicts of my soul



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Writer(s): Taalib Dibinga
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