Supposed To Do

[Chorus: Ace Hood] What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Still in the make and I wanna be great but they tell me be patient Don't compare me to none of these niggas in the game Cause they way too basic And I'm just that amazing, I reach them stages In the league with the majors Nigga fuck your blogs, nigga fuck your statements The fuck you thinkin' Nah, ain't doing no more favors Never hit a nigga just to make me famous Little nigga, flows go crazy And them other nigga's can't tame me Flame me, blame me All the nigga's that doubt it All ya'll nigga's some cowards All ya'll nigga's step up and get devoured Six feet deep with bouquet of flowers Tell me what, what am I supposed to do Cause respect for mine is so overdue I'm the best in it, just pay attention, take a closer view Cause ain't nothing like them and ain't nothing like you These niggas changed like Clark in the booth Can't trust ho's, I don't trust dudes I buy your bitch like pay per view I set the standards, I dare you to What's competition, come show me proof This God flow, this Jesus Christ That's say a prayer before I sleep at night I'm still sinnin', don't be offended My dick intended for a Spanish wife This chess homie, not checkers niggas Ain't playin' with ya, no action figures What am I supposed to do? [Chorus: Ace Hood] What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) [Verse 2: Skepta] They keep telling me I'm the best in the country And I like how that sounds You think you Superman, I get the Kryptonite, and bring you right back down Yeah, you know the drill, I kill MC's til it's overkill But how many more am I supposed to kill Til niggas stop putting my name Next to these just come rappers, I'm so embarrassed I'm in the booth working my magic My nigga in the studio, heard my lyrics and put his hands on his head like Khaled These other MC's need practice Cause when I heat up, it's a madness Hundred degrees, niggas melt like plastic Lyrical war, yeah that's my language I turn Super Saiyan, bitch Just so you know I ain't playin', bitch I heard nigga's like you before You got a good flow, but you ain't sayin' shit Just a bunch of words with no meaning, no heart, no feeling But when I lay it down, I lay it down so nice It's my name everybody screamin' And we don't care what it cost Me and my nigga's, we all gotta floss Don't give a shit how you talk round' here Better talk properly when you talk to the boss You amateur, say you got fans online, few shows, and a manager Think you've got the game on lock I press start, here comes new challenger Skepta [Chorus: Ace Hood] What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) What am I supposed to do, now Now I know it’s you, that I love? (Tell me, tell me) [Verse 3: Ace Hood] There are some serious rumors around There's a new sheriff in town Fuck your apologies, back up his arteries Bury him deep in the ground Tell him keep sleepin', I'm never defeated I will not repeat it, you follow me now? Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm ready You rappers are puppets, then tell them I said it Don't give a fuck and this shit is embedded My flow is infected, I may need a medic Tell me who better, I make you regret it It's in my genetics, your shit is pathetic What am I posed' to do but be great Never let a thing stand in my way Never let a Devil ruin my faith And there ain't a such thing as "I can't" You looking at a rare breed, a new species I walk right through hell in my sneak's Show me the devil, I show you the rebel I show you my heart when it come to the medal Tell me who better, I never will settle My nigga's just told me don't let off the pedal Keep my Jordan 5's on their neck Fuck whoever got next, fuck your fame dog and respect You don't know what life was like in the projects Ever seen the look in his face before death I seen my granny before her last breath Ain't no calm down on my compound There's no contest cause I'm bomb threat No conscience shit on my mindset I bought two choppers for my sound check Say, 'who wanna war' and I'm coming alone Spray at you haters like fuckin' cologne Starvation 3 outta let out the beast So it's bone appetit and I'm ready to feast