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virtue o.s.o - conundrum lyrics

[intro]
b+tch i’m high like that (b+tch 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 sh+t go splat (sh+t 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+ggas 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+ggas had to have cause
that sh+t 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 sh+t 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 d+mn (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+gga 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 mothaf+cka got my full devotion
“o.s.o you trippin'”
it’s my god d+mn self
feel like a genie in a bottle need some god d+mn help
i+i love doing bad sh+t, say it’s bad for your health
i got god d+mn stealth
i want god d+mn 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 sh+t bust in the ring, but i never sing in the shower
my flow is mean, i make a muhf+cka scream for the power
i make ‘em fiend, i did my muhf+ckin’ thing with the sour
west side n+gga (yeah)
f+ck around wit us, get you woo+wopped (woo)
n+ggas spittin’ homie, red rag on the head like i’m 2pac (west side)
facts yeah
soon as n+ggas step in the will, destined to k!ll
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 f+ckin’ head
funny i’m like “chill for what?”
boy, i need this f+ckin’ bread
lifted now, i’m twisted i’m feeling like i’m a f+ckin’ dread
f+ck the world
i’m in the streets, but i’ll never f+ckin’ beg
facts
back on you n+ggas, i’m like a vertebrae
come through k!llin’ 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 sh+t 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 d+mn, uh
i’m tryna balance pure and evil with a jesus piece and desert eagle plottin’ tryna save my people (save my people)

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