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What Am I Supposed To Do lyrics (Lyrics)

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[O.C.]
Uhh... if ya cant count your mans on your hands
Thats a problem
Everybody aint 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 Im 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 its fate youll 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 aint 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, wheres my man?

[Chorus]
Fake friends I cut loose, gotta stay snake proof
The truth - what the fuck are we supposed to do?
Misery love company, yet theyd rather envy you
So what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Theyd rather win and let you fall face first on the floor
Heres 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?
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[O.C.]
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 aint 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 Im on the mic there wont be no delayin brah

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[O.C.]
I count my mans on my fingers, I know whos who
Who not to trust, plastic, I see right through
From the jump my wiz told me whos elite and whos weak
Whos out goin for theirs, O baby dont sleep
I pose at times, thinkin back to what she used to tell me
Runnin on instinct, hopin prayin it dont fail me
Not a drop of disloyalty, in my blood
Id 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 Ill 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 aint just words
Who if it concern if it slides made my soul burn
Fo real, and thats word to the golden seal
On judgment day, when God take me under his shield

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