Lyrics

[Intro] Mmm Oh boy I'm just sayin', I should just I don't know Think about this man, think about this road A lot to lose, man Uh [Verse 1] Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, now which way I'ma go Keep moving this fire blow or spit a fire flow Hit the booth or hit the stoop and watch the sirens glow Carry a gat or a napsack, my nigga, I don't know Decisions, decisions, writtens are sick in the kitchen Rhyme flex or Pyrex, shit, which is your vision? Hit the block or book a studio block Push all the rock or push yourself to rock a number one spot, hmm Hit 'em with that bounce and find a nice pocket Or stash another 8-ball in your side pocket Kill 'em with the talent or kill 'em with talons Metaphors and similes or meddle with chimneys Small hallways or songs all day Carry a sawed off gauge or get hauled off stage, hmm Hit the plug and get a quarter or write some quotes, boy Have 'em like, "That boy dope!" or be a dope boy [Chorus] Decisions, decisions Honestly, I don't know what to do This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move But if I go to jail, man I lose Decisions, decisions Honestly, I don't know what to do This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move But if I go to jail, man I lose [Verse 2] Get it in my neighbourhood or fuck up the city 12-12 skinnies or plug up the midi Have the fiends feeling like they base jumping 'Cause your base jumping or get that bass jumping Decisions, decisions, trust me, this wasn't too easy Stay in the trap or try to rap and keep up with Weezy Try to impress Nas, Jay and Eazy, get your CD Up in piece and riches or keep gettin' rich off the PC Show off in that whip 'cause your album is sick or shit Pull up to that bitch like you're Alpo and rich Go in and out of town to get that show money Or go in and out of town to get that low money Fill that sneaker box, 999 trap money Or W9s, 1099s and tax money Working single non-stop until you make it crack Or throw that powder in a pot until you make it crack [Chorus] Decisions, decisions Honestly, I don't know what to do This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move But if I go to jail, man I lose Decisions, decisions Honestly, I don't know what to do This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move But if I go to jail, man I lose