I don't know how the fxck 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
 Fxckin' witchu, fxck 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!t 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 d!ck while she split
 I do not think that I know how to live
 I'm so god damn sick and tired of this sh!t
 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 fxck it let's ride, she let me inside
 Now she grinding on my gears though
 I don't know how the **** 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 fxck 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!tches they come and they go
 Pause, I need me a second
 I think that I need me like four
 I fxck that b!tch, woah, you get ignored
 I just want a big house and a bad b!tch
 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' fxck or somethin'
 Suck my d!ck 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' fxck 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 fxck 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 fxck 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 fxck 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 fxck 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 fxck 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