Tell Me Where To Go

Tell me where to go when your heart ain't in it no mo', and that's all I know

Holdin' on to my soul, taught to stand tall, never fold

This the concrete that started growin' the rose

Gotta stick to the code

Fresh like Harlem, partin' disrespect, no curves is, uh

So watch how your mouth run

Used to play the field all day, instilled in me what you see today

Trapped in this rat race for snakes that only wanna eat today

So tell me where to go or I can't feel pain no mo'

See, I been doin' the most, but got nothin' to show

'Posed to grow like beautiful afro

See, now I don't know, and I don't know

Back to the wall we was kept from, so

Hustle 'til the summer's up, wish you would one-up

That was all mentality, scared of bein' a casualty

Make us lose insanity, bein' how I don't know

Was back to the wall, but we still kept our fronts up

Hustle 'til the sun up, wish a nigga would run up

That was all mentality, scared of bein' a casualty

Made us lose our sanity, bein' wooed by vanity

Tell me where to go when your heart ain't in it no mo', and that's all I know

Holdin' on to my soul, taught to stand tall, never fold

This the concrete that started growin' the rose

Gotta stick to the code

Used to love her, I thought for sure that she would have my child

When I hugged her, I thought for sure she wasn't even wild

When I fucked, I was thinkin' of you 'cause I'm still a child

That's my inner child

It takes a weak-ass nigga to take a weak bitch traits

Now turn around and take that look off your face

You don't know who you are

You been workin' almost a decade, you ain't gettin far

I took the notes you wrote and put 'em in a glass jar

Used it as a ashtray, you don't know the half of OD'ing on black tar

Oh, I forgot that wasn't me, that was some other niggas

Me and my bitch war story 'bout exes

Sometimes a breakup could feel like Brexit

Whatever, make up, you know who you mess with

And when I look back, it's still on read

And now your real life is all that you left with

Now, baby, tell me, what did you achieve?

You blamin' me for the problems that you blessed with

Now, when a bitch has no identity

They have to inherit other niggas' methods

I won't pretend that my scars never bleed

I got that kids blood, it ain't even elected, hold up

It's about to get rough, uh, it's about to get hectic (chyeah)