I don't know how the fuck 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
Fuckin' witchu, fuck 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 shit 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 shit
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 fuck it let's ride, she let me inside
Now she grinding on my gears though
I don't know how the fuck 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 fuck 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, bitches they come and they go
Pause, I need me a second
I think that I need me like four
I fuck that bitch, woah, you get ignored
I just want a big house and a bad bitch
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' fuck or somethin'
Suck 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 twerkin' 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' fuck and suck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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