Tell Me Where To Go

Think about you girl Yeah Tell me where to go when your heart ain't in it no more, 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, where I can't feel pain no more 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 our sanity, 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 more, 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 her, 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 them 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, I ain't even elected, hold up It's about to get rough, uh, it's about to get hectic (chyeah)