conflicted Lyrics

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

I don't see myself keeping it college, i'ma be honest (Yeah)

I'm too addicted to commas

I'm too conflicted with options

I got so much on my mind, which I'd rather not try converse

I'm just tryna write shit

Walking through sediment times to force a footstep out the dirt

And tireless nights

I parked the pickup and lawn cared the Crowne Plaza prolly ponderin' how I could

(What is Jordan doing?! Ooh)

Hyphen, y'all niggas telling tales taller than Tyvin

Stretching shit, I've seen the hell of it

I'll reign forever, whether or not heaven hit

Fuck all the politics, cops, and astronomers

Pissy since they can't law a star that fell on them, dawg

I'm tryna look good, not feel good

I'd burn myself out for five million (Five million)

My girl said I'm stressed out and I can feel it (can feel it)

I'm tryna see a show sell out attendance

And still somehow send my momma a ticket (ticket)

I'm peepin' it now

My vision more revealing without crowds

Of people thinking they make noise, and just loud

I know the family proud of Cortez, so fuck every coach

Attached to the people I love, I'm ducking the average, doing the most, bitch

I'm finally back outside, and I don't see y'all ass or shit that you spoke, bitch

That's my fault for believing talk isn't cheap when niggas is

(Heal me)

Yeah (Save me)

Law of fucking averages (Sanctify me)

Turn me up (Set me free)

I done asked God one too many times for forgiveness

Fuck it, the black coupe is tinted

I'm pushing past 65 on Old Chatham Road

By where the ops stay like I don't pay taxes and loans

But chilling as if I was home

Heart growing icy and I can't spread salt in the snow

So fuck it, I'm logged off a phone

Ain't talking in cells like I'm off of parole

I vividly, picture memories of middle school

Spitting at lunch tables burgundy, perched under trees

I'm workin' now and all I see is these verses

When I blink a pen, it ain't puffing weed

Don't get F'd up since you ain't get the lesson

'Cause you real desperate just to teach, bitch

I promise it ain't that deep, if I hit rock bottom I just dug too deep, bitch

Nah, my cousin in spirit, I wanted to die

And I would fake my death, but now I'm too alive

Two hundred pile the party from outside

Milwaukee taught a nigga to survive

The 'field where niggas keep a drac' but don't josh

This isn't comedy, get yo ass shot

Tryna keep count who beside me became its own hobby

I'm tryna buy me, six, seven, eight whips for family

If he try to skate, make him flip, hit an ollie

I'm hawking the snakes in they own grass, own body

Man, my pops said "fake niggas ain't real sporadic"

Just look around, it's pop culture utopia

Pop on IG, but I know that you timid bruh

Old bitches tryna text but they minutes up

Fuck 'em, they dead to me, no necrophilia

Nasty Cortez, the flow is erect

My manager told me "Get dressed, quit falling asleep at the desk"

Eyes closed in class, you niggas thought you had drive, but who really attract with Checks?

Who really walking around with the torch

Touching it straight to they mufuckin necks?

Sophomore year was a God given test

Had to show Him that I'm coming correct

Niggas loading Macs but shooting through Windows

A new woman widowed, a new nigga dead

Nothing ain't new nigga, who gon' be next?

How can I breathe for the ones with no breath?

How can I take my momma out of stress?

Putting in reps, it's natural to flex

I'm putting in reps, I'm back with a flex

I'm putting in reps, it's natural to (flex)