IDK

I walked up to the fork in the road, and went straight A nigga out here just tryna eat with a big plate And y'all don't understand what's at stake A Big Steak... Eggs Benedict, Euro stepping, and French crepes Fine dining, fine wining with French grapes But I feel like I'm going nowhere, What does this shit take More than what's necessary I guess And all that hating ain't necessary, I'm blessed I don't where I'm going, but I'm walking by faith Through the valley of the shadow of death, in my J's Shut the fuck up! I'm doing everything my way Fuckin it up... Coolin, nigga I'm Ice Tray I'm way too digital to be moving in analog I give you gifts within my rapping... Santa Claus I'm damn appalled Niggas can't applaud Diamonds on me changing different colors like they Camouflage IDK Where To Go IDK Where To Go I don't know where I'm going I don't know who you're reading I don't know what I'm showing I still feel overheated with shorts on when It's snowing Unh I'm so confused So misconstrued I been so abused I don't compute If you talk bull shit, I'm gonna mute If ain't bout money, I won't commute I got 100, I wanted 2 I'll do anything that I ever wanted to Truth..Pulpit I don't need a rude bitch I just need a breezy to chill at the pool with Or the jacuzzi I guess Ride around top down feeling groovy at best What do you suggest? These women are moody at best And nighas with quote on quote "talent"... are booty at best That's why it's so confusing I'm so lost in illusion What the fuck are you doing? Who the fuck are you choosing? They choosing wrong, but two wrongs don't make a right I'm eating rappers just to satisfy my appetite But three lefts make a right though It doesn't make it right though On my pen, I write though I don't call hoes, I write hoes And I make sure to include the typos While I'm balancing on the table rope And I'm balling like MJ that's Michael I'm balling and I might knock yo house like Tyson, that's Michael I might dogg yo ass, call me Vick like Michael I might take your girl fabric shopping at Michael's IDK... Where To Go Call Me The Don Pablo Lyrix Escobar But you ain't Escobar You ain't even next to par I'm the truth, never ever had to flex wit bars I pull up in a coupe My bitch drive the extra car They gave three options, Rap crack or playing ball I spit crack and I ball, I'll take em all Cuz obviously I rap And I'm fucking raw with it I don't know what I don't know, but I know I gotta get it You know I gotta get it Split it Then I might just have to quit it Go to court and get acquitted Ain't no witness I'm just a rando Captain Camando Rambo with the tools Ask Brando! Got a bad bitch named Bridgett If my pockets short, your pockets under midget Uhhhh I honestly don't even know where I'm going with this song