What Am I Supposed To Do?

{Intro}

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

{Verse}

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