Directions

[Chorus]
I might know the answers, but no I don't want your questions (Shit)
Went ahead, told lil' baby "Don't follow your heart, just follow directions" (Fuck)
Smoke like I want cancer, bitch from Paris, still won't text me (Shit)
He can't run forever, we gon' catch him anyway (Fuck)

[Verse]
Let's get back to this money, I been gone so many days
Get paid off what I say, she hope that shit don't make me change
Scratch off like I'm laced with these hoes want my heart to break
Too many things to take
Got hots on your location, got hot up and couldn't make it
I been fiendin' for a Range
Said she dance at Spades, seen her naked in my bed, ain't seen her naked on no stage
From ices to the grave and I mean just what I say
Way I keep on scorin', coach can't take me out the game
I ain't no regular player, they buy my jersey, they know my name
Lil' bro gon' pop that inbox, send that head shot, use your brain
It's always us and never and it's been that way forever
I'm stuck off in my ways, momma say keep my shit together

[Chorus]
I might know the answers, but no I don't want your questions
Went ahead, told lil' baby "Don't follow your heart, just follow directions" (Shit)
Smoke like I want cancer, bitch from Paris, still won't text me (Fuck)
He can't run forever, we gon' catch him anyway