What Am I Supposed To Do

(album: No More Looney - 2014)

Yo
Dear Lord
Be sure of me
As I walk through the hood where a couple niggas good but a wicked few man wanna kill me
Cah I speak real life they don't feel me
Humble never kick a man when he's down
All my team go four ways on a pound
Opps wanna war then I cop a tre pound
Let the .44 sound put a man through the ground

Uh
Family
Mums in a good place now gladly
It's not good for my aunt though sadly
Same old pigs same nigs wanna bag me
Lil bros on a grind for the grade so
My dads calm now he's on a payroll
Never been an angel
I sinbad for the cash but I hope one day I get a halo
Run up in the trap like laylow
I don't friend with the snakes like Draco
And I'm next to the raps like Aco
My team out with a piece like Nato
Peng dro mash that potato
I'll get a don shot for like 80
My boy snaked me
If you never liked man from the start why couldn't you say so
Pray for me as I war with the demons
Only the ones with the anger can see them
Some white folks say I feel for a nigga but same time thinking I never wanna be them
For our hood where we beg for our freedom
Everybody wanna rich girl wanna see them
Inhale dreams and I breathe them
I focus on my goals and I'll achieve them
When I'm out on the strip gotta go get cause I'm not rich and I need that mula
I make the gat blast off like booya
I'll put a hole in a prick like hula
I got numbers on my line like a ruler trap hard gotta go ard for the guala
My right back and my left backs got a strolla
They call me Aloe Blacc cause I need that dollar
A nigga wanna beef me
Aite tell em on sight don't tweet me tell em come meet me
I fucked hella peng tings come cheeky
She said the smile and the tooth got it easy
Grey Goose drink on my choice and I'm moshin
Petrol with the ice slow motion
Loco rambo when I'm coastin
Uh
And I wave like the ocean
Working the east line for me don't test me
Man couldn't beast third degree no sb
See I gotta thank god cause he blessed me
Man I'm like pure coke and you're pepsi
Back when I wore 'raches that were high tops
No ting no funds to beef my block
You man are fun man
No turner none of you guys are certified gun man
Back to the rap ting
I'm a captain I'm focused tell a label don't snatch him
I'm out here and the paper Maxim
Nah, I'm on paper Mitchell
Got my squad on a enemy and they let go
Real fly boy gyaldem wanna get boned
Sitting in LA
Food from Renee
Team in the field move balls like Pele
Jump in the cut now
Bare grub big dumps getting cut down
Like a mac little dons get shutdown
Tell a nigga pipe down you'll buss rounds
You don't buss rounds
You've heard me on grime with the same flow
Imma lay low
Man I got food like Waitrose
If you wanna mash better go grab 8 o's
Finesse shots to the balls like Pedro
No, don't know a snake like Draco
Man I ain't cah my rap games total
Lift off the heat got Son, Ozil
Better then me?
Ain't heard vocals
What am I supposed to do fam?
Said what am I supposed to do fam?
These wicked pagans wanna do man
I'm asking what I'm supposed to do fam