I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
Hard to do good for your soul
Hard to do good for your soul
I got a lot on my head, lately a lot in my nose
Shorty ain’t come to my show
I should’ve known, I was a fool
f**in’ witchu, f** with me, I never lose
Tryna make moves, but I just can’t stop thinking about a get away
Ain’t talking heaven gates, don’t believe anyway
No, I don’t hate you, that’s just what the Henny say
Been moving this sh** since the eleventh grade
That’s why I move it the best today
I’m tryna stack it up, stack it up, get it and dip
Pull up in the Uber no Lyft
She say my presence a gift, I might steal a kiss
Everytime I brought her back to my crib
Give her that dick while she split
I do not think that I know how to live
I’m so god damn sick and tired of this sh**
Catch me twisting up an L, cigarette up in my lips
Spark the backwoods with a Bic
Spark the ignition, I’m tryna drive
I don’t got no license, and I’m kinda high
But f** it let’s ride, she let me inside
Now she grinding on my gears though
I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
Hard to do good for your soul
Hard to do good for your soul
I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta go in alone, hard to do what’s good for your paper
Hard to do good for your soul
Hard to do good for your soul
Ooh, walk with a stick
Because I cannot trust a soul (yeah)
Love no thot, b**hes they come and they go
Pause, I need me a second
I think that I need me like four
I f** that b**h, woah, you get ignored
I just want a big house and a bad b**h
She keep-keep on keepin’ me from goin’ crazy
It’s lately it’s like, “Am I dumb or something?”
Try hit my lick, I won’t run from nothin’
That lil ho, she tryna’ f** or somethin’
s** my dick I can’t feel it, it’s numb or somethin’
Told her don’t miss an inch with her tongue or nothin’
Met lil shorty t**n’ at the club or somethin’
Said come back to the trap, I got Xans I got Molly
I might have to hit with my plug or somethin’
Ain’t no way around it, she gon’ f** and s** it
If that goofy said that he a plug, he frontin’
Pourin’ out lean in the Benz
I mix the green with the purple and red, tech
I used to think I could love
Everyone said they wasn’t gon’ leave but they left
I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta’ go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
I don’t do good for your soul
I don’t do good for your soul
I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta’ go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
I don’t good for your soul
I don’t for your soul
I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta’ go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
I don’t do good for your soul
I don’t do good for your soul
I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta’ go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
I don’t good for your soul
I don’t for your soul
I don’t know how the f** I’m supposed to go
Down this road I chose, but it’s the road I chose
I gotta’ go in alone, do what’s good for your paper
I don’t do good for your soul
I don’t do good for your soul