Conflicted (feat. Nas) E

If God for me, who could be against me? I guess all them niggas that's against me. They the ones stirrin' up the conflict. They try to make it out like I'm conflicted. Bitches. East Coast niggas in 6-4s hittin' switches. It's not a conflict of interest. For them niggas with the business. West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands. Deep up in them trenches. It's no difference. Neither one play games when swingin' for them Fences. We want the finer things, the shit that's Expensive. The shit that hit 'em either close range Or at a distance. If God for me, nigga, why bother? I got my game from the Godfather. Top of the food chain, rock bottom. And handle my business when it was my problem. G shit, nigga, flossin' with a gold chain. I got my Turkish rope with matchin' gold fangs. Bomber jacket in the winter, it's a cold game. I met some East Coast niggas up in Spokane. Some of the realest niggas in this dope game. I got my curly top lookin' like Special Ed. Clean fade on the side, bumpin' that red hair. Clean tags when I ride, duckin' the Fed feds. East Coast niggas, they get that bread, bread. You fuck with them niggas, you end up dead, Dead. The West Coast niggas, they leave that lead Spread. And now you got bullets all in your Dread head. If God for me, who could be Against me? I guess all them niggas that's against Me. They the ones stirrin' up the conflict. They try to make it out like I'm conflicted. Bitches. Still tryna fuck the riches. East Coast niggas in 6-4s hittin' switches. It's not a conflict of interest. For them niggas with the business. West Coast niggas rockin' them Timberlands. Deep up in them trenches. It's no difference. Fourth and inches. I'm finna hit a lick and Handle business. I got a down bitch, She real vicious. Rock-a-bye baby, no witness. This is not even a conflict. You niggas on nonsense. Niggas die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton. But niggas with that gang gang, them niggas make A profit. Niggas on top, niggas stay poppin'. Look, see, I was the high school slick Rick, I was stylin'. Fat gold chain with an African Medallion. Hip-hop connoisseur and rollin' 20 Grippin'. Rap game real tight, freestyle was Magnificent. All about the clout and all about my Dividends. Them older niggas couldn't tell me Different. I need a runaway girl to let me Stick it in. Showtime at the Apollo. I'm drinkin' OE up out the bottle. Take two squeezes and pour out a little liquor For my niggas who won't live to see tomorrow. If God for me, who could be against me? I guess all them niggas that's against me. They the ones stirrin' up the conflict. They try to make it out like I'm conflicted