O.c. - What Am I Supposed To Do

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Uhh... if ya can't count your mans on your hands

That's a problem

Everybody ain't your man, your peoples, all that

Knahmean? Got to watch

Third eye open, yo

I know that God almighty gave me life every mornin

When I rise, I try to move righteous and learn from my pop

Cause he wise in ways I'm not

Playin thorough, stick to the plan, unless it gets botched

But you know some pray for downfall, the others are sayin

For the niggaz I consider my brother

Evil eye stayin cold from hate from motherfuckers yeah

Step out of place and it's fate you'll be discoverin

Buttons pushed, bring out the side of cold Mush

{Aiyyo try frontin ?} Bring it to me

See I try avoidin niggaz use 'em like foes

No pathseekin ain't my fault dog, life is cold

Yet you barkin up the wrong tree, tryin to weigh your troubles on me

Cause nothin in this life is free

I used to hold my man down right, now he act funny like

cut ties, money low, where's my man?


Fake friends I cut loose, gotta stay snake proof

The truth - what the fuck are we supposed to do?

Misery love company, yet they'd rather envy you

So what the fuck am I supposed to do?

They'd rather win and let you fall face first on the floor

Here's proof {mmm-hmmm}

Get rich, they go broke, see how many niggaz still in ya crew

Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?


Yo, misery love company sharin they woes

Depth in luxury in me buried deep in my soul

I learned the hard way, so-called friends be just foes

It was written it was told in them Godly scrolls

Thou shall not, how so foul is it just no?

Dogs ain't your man, his favorite food is Alpo

Beast and, feastin on your kindness for weakness

Not knowin nuttin other than hollerin at street shit

The ghetto goes without sayin so stop playin cause

When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin brah



I count my mans on my fingers, I know who's who

Who not to trust, plastic, I see right through

From the jump my wiz told me who's elite and who's weak

Who's out goin for theirs, O baby don't sleep

I pose at times, thinkin back to what she used to tell me

Runnin on instinct, hopin prayin it don't fail me

Not a drop of disloyalty, in my blood

I'd rather not but if I gotta take a slug from my ace

My nigga, my man, whoever that I refer as fam

to dodge harm I'll be the sacrificial lamb

(No question) My love is deep for those

with the same in return with love who deep for O

But yo, these ain't just words

Who if it concern if it slides made my soul burn

Fo' real, and that's word to the golden seal

On judgment day, when God take me under his shield


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