Where Will I Go
Refused admission to my heart
Ain't used to seeing it when its dark
Got used to breaking it apart
For bitches ain't wanna play the part
For niggas that wanna play the artist
But naan know what the art is
Or what it took to get it started
Some rap for involvement
I rap cause Imma target
Political 'fugee turned star
Wrong way to touch the market
Long way from flippin' waffles
Private citizen no honors
You can't judge me but I'm honored
I remember the days ain't nobody
Love me but my momma
So losing aa'n bitch I ain't losing sleep I promise
Niggas wanna speak they can leave comments
Niggas wanna reach me
They gon need a whole arm and a leg nigga
Imma long way from my goals but I stay on top of that bread nigga
Imma always have these hunger pains
But Imma long way from unfed nigga
I remember nights that I ain't slept yeah
Kicked off my momma step yea
Game foul without a ref yeah
But when its game time you can't trust where ya hang times
Niggas want you up on a strang-line
Strange fruit got hang time
I remember nights that got creep
I ain't talk ain't wanna speak
Sick of dealing with police
Watchin angels turn demons
And watching babies turning into fiends uh!
Where the fuck should I go
Who the fuck finna hold me
Who the fuck gon console me
Heating up its getting colder
I ain't freezing I ain't folding nigga
Where the fuck should I go
Who the fuck finna control me
Who the fuck finna hold me
I aint talkin I aint foldin nigga
I ain't talkin' I aint finna fold nigga
Refuse to listen to the bullshit
I ain't tryin ain't gone force it
Remember the days they ain't support me
So I'on rap for your endorsement
I'm just rapping for some Porsches
Went through the school of the hardknocks
I had unlimited courses
I had to make a new lifestyle cause momma just couldn't afford it
I'm painting portraits through poetry
Momma they want me recording
Built all this shit from my own money
Then Pops just handed the loan to me
I took all that shit built a studio
I'm taming these bitches Petrucchio
All of these rappers took Gucci flow
Yeah I am an actor but this ain't no movie role
I am a snapper these niggas some groupies
I'm all on they ass when I package this music
I'm the definition you'on have to confuse it
Hi-Definition you have to come view this shit
Taking flights just to smash on a stewardess
Making bank accounts to fuck on a teller
What Imma tell her to get to the tellie
I feel this hunger this shit in my belly
Looking like I am Nas off of Belly
What are the odds that a nigga could scale
God sending blessings while I'm inhaling
I'on see these niggas, I'on hear these niggas Helen Keller
Got em Helter Skelter
Don't know who dealt the wealth
But I'll cut yo head off for a better hand
Who gone tell these stories better than
Create a new wave like its effortless
This God touching down from the sky heaven sent
Bring the sky to the ground
Babylon tumbling down
The phoenix is reaching her crown
Babylon tumbling down
But I'm hoping that inner peace can be found
Where the fuck should I go
Who the fuck finna hold me
Who the fuck gon console me
Heating up its getting colder
I ain't freezing I ain't folding nigga
Who the fuck finna control me
Who the fuck finna hold me
I aint talking I aint foldin
Ain't used to seeing it when its dark
Got used to breaking it apart
For bitches ain't wanna play the part
For niggas that wanna play the artist
But naan know what the art is
Or what it took to get it started
Some rap for involvement
I rap cause Imma target
Political 'fugee turned star
Wrong way to touch the market
Long way from flippin' waffles
Private citizen no honors
You can't judge me but I'm honored
I remember the days ain't nobody
Love me but my momma
So losing aa'n bitch I ain't losing sleep I promise
Niggas wanna speak they can leave comments
Niggas wanna reach me
They gon need a whole arm and a leg nigga
Imma long way from my goals but I stay on top of that bread nigga
Imma always have these hunger pains
But Imma long way from unfed nigga
I remember nights that I ain't slept yeah
Kicked off my momma step yea
Game foul without a ref yeah
But when its game time you can't trust where ya hang times
Niggas want you up on a strang-line
Strange fruit got hang time
I remember nights that got creep
I ain't talk ain't wanna speak
Sick of dealing with police
Watchin angels turn demons
And watching babies turning into fiends uh!
Where the fuck should I go
Who the fuck finna hold me
Who the fuck gon console me
Heating up its getting colder
I ain't freezing I ain't folding nigga
Where the fuck should I go
Who the fuck finna control me
Who the fuck finna hold me
I aint talkin I aint foldin nigga
I ain't talkin' I aint finna fold nigga
Refuse to listen to the bullshit
I ain't tryin ain't gone force it
Remember the days they ain't support me
So I'on rap for your endorsement
I'm just rapping for some Porsches
Went through the school of the hardknocks
I had unlimited courses
I had to make a new lifestyle cause momma just couldn't afford it
I'm painting portraits through poetry
Momma they want me recording
Built all this shit from my own money
Then Pops just handed the loan to me
I took all that shit built a studio
I'm taming these bitches Petrucchio
All of these rappers took Gucci flow
Yeah I am an actor but this ain't no movie role
I am a snapper these niggas some groupies
I'm all on they ass when I package this music
I'm the definition you'on have to confuse it
Hi-Definition you have to come view this shit
Taking flights just to smash on a stewardess
Making bank accounts to fuck on a teller
What Imma tell her to get to the tellie
I feel this hunger this shit in my belly
Looking like I am Nas off of Belly
What are the odds that a nigga could scale
God sending blessings while I'm inhaling
I'on see these niggas, I'on hear these niggas Helen Keller
Got em Helter Skelter
Don't know who dealt the wealth
But I'll cut yo head off for a better hand
Who gone tell these stories better than
Create a new wave like its effortless
This God touching down from the sky heaven sent
Bring the sky to the ground
Babylon tumbling down
The phoenix is reaching her crown
Babylon tumbling down
But I'm hoping that inner peace can be found
Where the fuck should I go
Who the fuck finna hold me
Who the fuck gon console me
Heating up its getting colder
I ain't freezing I ain't folding nigga
Who the fuck finna control me
Who the fuck finna hold me
I aint talking I aint foldin
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Smith, John Vell, Lance Markeith, Lance Markeith Felton
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