[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