IDK What to Do Lyrics

I had a friend who was something like my brother

We were so close, you would've thought we

shared mothers

If he would call me, I'm right there, no stutter

He know I can smooth things out, but swear that I ain't butter

I had another friend who was close to me too

He died a while back, hope he's seeing me

through

He told me I was gifted and my story was true

It still stings that I had to lose a brother like you

I had a young woman I thought would be my wife

Proof in the pudding of love songs I would write

She told all these people that Rico seen living right

I was pushing for us to work with all my damn might

She didn't console me when everything went white

I didn't black out, I thought I died a few nights

She say that I'm bogus cause I ain't plead, beg, or fight

But she ain't tight in my gloves when I was fighting for life

I had a nice buddy that come from round the way

He say if they diss me, then he gon' make a pussy pay

I knew he was honest, he never hesitate to spray

Man, I knew you was brothers, he show me love everyday

But I don't know cause everything seems fake

They showing me love, but still flirting with the hate

If I go to hell, I hope that God give a date

But if I go to heaven, I pray to God I got a place

When I make it there, I hope to see my sister face

And hug on my granny and let her know she paved the way

Tell my granddaddy that I was thankful for his grace

If I see my brother, I know I'm in the right space

I had a homie that didn't know what I knew

He was so desperate to hide me from the news

I had to act like I didn't have a clue

Man, I loved you for real, my nigga, but now you're through

I had a bad bitch from Louisville, Kentucky

She was my everything, I really felt lucky

We was in love, the climax ended roughly

Now I see she got two kids, a husband and a puppy

I had a cousin who everybody truly loved

He was my brother, but now he's resting above

With help from the Savior, I'll make the 25 club

I know I'm a sinner, but please don't hold on to that grudge

I had a teacher who said I can be the greatest

He was the first person to tell me I'ma make it

Hope that he listening, pay attention to what's shakin

I got dread head shooters on deck like I'm Jamaican

I got a dream like Dr. King and it's golden

I need me salvation, it's evident I'm chosen

Niggas been hatin' that rich hoes is on my scrotum

Niggas been hatin' that Rico C always fold em

It's usually after the god had to hold em

I don't know what to do anymore, but I'm fine

Cause from now on, I'ma really take my time

See it for what it is and what ain't on the line

Don't be surprised if the boys start reverting to crimes

Yeah, for real