Jerreau - Conflicted lyrics

[Jerreau - Conflicted lyrics]

Yea it's funny how one co-sign could
Fuck up the game
I'm runnin' only broke rappers
Askin' for change
And this industry niggas talent
You can keep the changes
Shit, more things change the
More they stay same
Now if you brake a dollar
Still money ain't it
I'ma be honest, Always want to be famous
Hell, that was then, damn, this is now
Shit, I need money, fuck, I need it now
I need my credit card to make
Sound if it hit the ground
I need my credit card to weigh
More that my plastic now
Talkin' big money shit, if forty carica mos
Pissing that dom p champagne
Wishes never get old
Oh, you ain't know? it take
Money to make money case in point
They higher workers to print money
Proven point, i'm high of life while
My niggas rollin' joints
Uh, I should brake my cousin out of the jail
You couldn't carry your brother's
Casket know it's hurt i wish I had a better
Relationship with you both
But we was all lost, I know you got it worse
I remember stealin' earrings from
My aunt's purse
Givin' them to the girl at school
What a jerk where I'm from
I couldn't wish started had it with down
Stick up kids at the four pounders
Tell'em take it of now, wow

It's the bottle poppin', niggas flockin'
Hoes jockin', double RL rockin'
My only option
Cops want pop need lock us for break dancin'
Ugly friends cock-block us
We're too handsome
Girls take me back to the
Crib hold me for ransom
Hands down, no question, I'm the answer
Grand Ma
She still tell me to pull my pants up
I put my own weight, but this bar
Shit is a chin up
Foreign cars, foreign broads, with
No flaws, no bra, she a penny with no draws
I'm just showin' off, gimmie credit
I want it all
When my time come, rolex and audemars
If I merdos, , you should be apalled, yea uh

I need a gold money clique, gold fronts
Bros go rollies, I swear that's all I want
Got a billion dollars on me
A hundred Thousand women i drove every car
We're in building now I'm tenant
I exaggerated it a little
Out of town you get the window
Car service serves limbos
Why it's just my ammo
And you gotta know the password
Even with the peep hole
I'm never outta pocket paymenting
On these hoes
I don't wanna be misogynistic
Objectify women from my sister
I'm tryin' to remain considerate
Uh, but damn some of these women yea
I know it's men that much different
But that's just the way love goes
And it is what it is ho
You can't turn apple in to a cantaloupe

It's the bottle poppin', niggas flockin'
Hoes jockin', double RL rockin'
My only option
Cops want pop need lock us for break dancin'
Ugly friends cock-block us
We're too handsome
Girls take me back to the
Crib hold me for ransom
Hands down, no question, I'm the answer
Grand Ma
She still tell me to pull my pants up
I put my own weight, but this bar
Shit is a chin up
Foreign cars, foreign broads, with
No flaws, no bra, she a penny with no draws
I'm just showin' off, gimmie credit
I want it all
When my time come, rolex and audemars
If I merdos, , you should be apalled, yea uh

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