[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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 11th 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 spit
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 ride [?] though
[Chorus]
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
Hard to do good for your soul
Hard to do good for your soul
[Verse 2]
Oo, walk with a stick
'Cause I can not 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 ignores
I just want a big house and a bad bitch
Keke, she keep me from going crazy
Lately it's like I'm dumb or something
Try and hit my lick, I won't run from nothin'
That lil' hoe she tryna' fuck or somethin'
So my dick I can't feel it's numb or somethin'
Told her don't miss an inch with her tongue or nothin'
Mellow shorty twerkin' at the club or somethin'
So go back to the trap I got Xans I got Molly, I might have to hit with my perc or somethin'
Ain't no way around it, she gonna' fuck or suck it
If that goofy said he a plug he frontin'
Pourin' out lean in the Benz, I mix the green with the purple and red
Say, I used to think I could love
Everyone said they wasn't gon' leave but they left
[Chorus]
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
[Interlude]
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
[Chorus]
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