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Trapped in my conscious | Weighing my options | Not being honest
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Trapped in my conscious Weighing my options Not being honest But I still fuck with you, yeah Moving with caution This not a auction My heart not for sale You could've had nothing You could've had nothing But you got everything You got everything, yeah Started out with nothing Swear I had nothing But now I got everything I got everything, uh Rolling dope with one of my hoes Got a lot of cars, but I need one more Rolls-Royce The system tryna control my voice I won't let this shit go their way Bigger house with twenty rooms, bae We can lay in the grass and watch space, bae Can sit back and laugh while they hate, yeah, yeah Uh, they switching sides on me (yeah) I'm cutting ties on 'em Don't give a fuck about the haters (yeah) We gon' slide on 'em (bah, bah) We switching sides on 'em I see the pussy in they face, I feel the vibe on 'em, yeah (yeah) And I ain't the way he picture me Better have a smile up on your face when you mention me The smell of death, pussy nigga, when you dissing me I'm from the set, count checks 'til my fingers get blistery Fresher than a peppermint, I'm colder than some Listerine I know Kayla missing me I know Mula missing me I know Asia missing me Can't remember the last time I missed shit (yeah) Numb to the pain, I been by myself By myself By myself Trapped in my conscious Weighing my options Not being honest But I still fuck with you, yeah Moving with caution This not a auction My heart not for sale You could've had nothing You could've had nothing But you got everything You got everything, yeah Started out with nothing Swear I had nothing But now I got everything I got everything, uh (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
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