"WHAT DO I DO ???" lyrics

(ATL Jacob, he a fucking millionare)
Woah, yeah

I'ma start it like this
Long live Cub, we was going bar for bar
Now me and JD ski, and Rocky traffic car for car
I'm cold, it's hurting in my soul, you missed these Audemars
Still wondering if I get old, will I wake up tomorrow?
And I hate I ain't get to say I love you, and I ain't get to hug you
Know if I had the option, I'd jump inside that coffin for you
Hate you took my two cents, 'cause real niggas come rare, a dime a dozen
Label me a nuisance, but whole time I was just 'round for buddy

Locked up, 23-and-1, you ain't drop me nothing
Calling off your phone, you ain't pick up-just want some encouragement
Niggas changed, everybody switched up, I couldn't let it discourage me
Made a lane, everybody lit up, heat is shining currently
Shining, shining, oh shining, oh shining
And I hate that you ain't listen when they said they weren't no good for you
All that work that you put in, still nobody stood for you
In a cabin on a mountain, I been boosting up my altitude
Money ain't no issue, my problems staying out of the news
Got my vibe rocking Christian, and she said she Muslim too
I hate I woke up in this lifestyle; it wasn't nothing I could choose
I hate that you thought them niggas was real, and shit, I did too
I hate that you put your trust in that scumbag, it turned up on you
I hate my bro put that stunt on the camera, I ain't think it was true
I'm talking to God like, "Just give me an answer, Lord, what do I do?"
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do?

Start it like this
Long live Cub, we was going bar for bar
Now me and JD ski, and Rocky traffic car for car
I'm cold, it's hurting in my soul, you missed these Audemars
Still wondering if I get old, will I wake up tomorrow?
And I hate I ain't get to say I love you, and I ain't get to hug you
Know if I had the option, I'd jump inside that coffin for you
Hate you took my two cents, 'cause real niggas come rare, a dime a dozen
Label me a nuisance, but whole time I was just 'round for buddy

Woah, woah
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
God, please tell me what-what, what, what, what, what...
God, please tell me what...