Conundrum

[Intro]

Bitch I’m high like that (Bitch I'm high)

But my mind ain’t back (But my mind)

Just recollecting all the times we had (All the times)

All the windows cracked (Windows)

Make that shit go splat (Shit go)

We got 3 minutes where the opps is at? (Where the opps?)



[Verse 1]

Okay I pulled up on the Segway (Segway)

Stood up in the stairway (Stairway)

I hit my ese, told him "Pull up, this is messy" (Pull up this is-)

It’s feelin' sketchy (Sketchy)

He pulls up in a Chevy (Chevy)

A '64 impala, cherry red and cruising steady (Cruising steady)

I hear a blat, blat

I see him take off with a draco

Feelin' a part of me decease a piece that n***as ain’t know

Like countin’ pesos

With dreams to be as big as Bezos, uh

Like tryna stack a billy, hunnid billy, 'notha billy

You feel me?

And these are dreams that n***as had to have cause

That shit is nowhere near us

On top of that they fear us

Overhear us, commandeer us

We rap to hope they hear us

Every story got another side but they don’t feel us

Never cheer us, we ain’t heroes



[Hook]

But I just can’t understand

Sometimes I feel like I’m defeated, then I feel like the man

Tryna figure out the the meaning shit don’t add up again

But I just can’t take a stand

I see my brothers gettin’ treated

Like they ain’t fully man

The way they speaking is demeaning, got to stick to the plan

But then they don’t give a damn (Uh-huh)

I’m tryna balance pure and evil with a Jesus piece and Desert Eagle plottin’ tryna save my people

We go way, way back, uh (way, way back)



[Verse 2]

I met this n***a in 2002

With hopes of being round ‘em too

Cope and try to follow through

Dope and hollow tips he knew

Scopin’ every move we do

But he kicked the door in

In slow emotion

Oh what commotion

A crazy mothafucka got my full devotion

"O.s.O you trippin'"

It’s my God damn self

Feel like a genie in a bottle need some God damn help

I-I love doing bad shit, say it’s bad for your health

I got God damn stealth

I want God damn wealth

Uh, check

I’m on route the best way

Turn on to the next page

Adios to the ’64 until the next day

As I skirt off on my Segway (On my Segway)



[Verse 3: JAG]

It’s that Jaffe flow

That royalty, that king of the hour (Whoa)

My shit bust in the ring, but I never sing in the shower

My flow is mean, I make a muhfucka scream for the power

I make ‘em fiend, I did my muhfuckin’ thing with the sour

West side n***a (Yeah)

Fuck around wit us, get you woo-wopped (Woo)

N***as spittin' homie, red rag on the head like I’m 2Pac (West side)

Facts yeah

Soon as n***as step in the will, destined to kill

I’s broke and wasn’t left with a meal

Stressin for bills

My enemy is like chill cause the cops’ll be on your fuckin' head

Funny I’m like "chill for what?"

Boy, I need this fuckin' bread

Lifted now, I’m twisted I’m feeling like I’m a fuckin' dread

Fuck the world

I’m in the streets, but I’ll never fuckin' beg

Facts

Back on you n***as, I’m like a vertebrae

Come through killin' the track

I'm boostin' the murder rate

Funny I can give em the Ryan, give 'em the JAG side

But ain’t no way I tell em I’m good, this is the bad side

(JAG, JAG, JAG...)



[Hook]

But I just can’t understand

Sometimes I feel like I’m defeated then I feel like the man

Tryna figure out the the meanin shit don’t add up again

But I just can’t take a stand

I see my brothers gettin’ treated

Like they ain’t fully man

The way they speakin is demeaning got to stick to the plan

But then they don’t give a damn, uh

I’m tryna balance pure and evil with a Jesus piece and Desert Eagle plottin’ tryna save my people (Save my people)