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What Am I Supposed to Do?

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Текст песни O.C. - What Am I Supposed to Do?

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[O.C.]Uhh... if ya can`t count your mans on your handsThat`s a problemEverybody ain`t your man, your peoples, all thatKnahmean? Got to watchThird eye open, yoI know that God almighty gave me life every morninWhen I rise, I try to move righteous and learn from my popCause he wise in ways I`m notPlayin thorough, stick to the plan, unless it gets botchedBut you know some pray for downfall, the others are sayinFor the niggaz I consider my brotherEvil eye stayin cold from hate from motherfuckers yeahStep out of place and it`s fate you`ll be discoverinButtons pushed, bring out the side of cold Mush{Aiyyo try frontin ?} Bring it to meSee I try avoidin niggaz use `em like foesNo pathseekin ain`t my fault dog, life is coldYet you barkin up the wrong tree, tryin to weigh your troubles on meCause nothin in this life is freeI used to hold my man down right, now he act funny likecut ties, money low, where`s my man?[Chorus]Fake friends I cut loose, gotta stay snake proofThe truth - what the fuck are we supposed to do?Misery love company, yet they`d rather envy youSo what the fuck am I supposed to do?They`d rather win and let you fall face first on the floorHere`s proof {mmm-hmmm}Get rich, they go broke, see how many niggaz still in ya crewNow what the fuck am I supposed to do?[O.C.]Yo, misery love company sharin they woesDepth in luxury in me buried deep in my soulI learned the hard way, so-called friends be just foesIt was written it was told in them Godly scrollsThou shall not, how so foul is it just no?Dogs ain`t your man, his favorite food is AlpoBeast and, feastin on your kindness for weaknessNot knowin nuttin other than hollerin at street shitThe ghetto goes without sayin so stop playin causeWhen I`m on the mic there won`t be no delayin brah[Chorus][O.C.]I count my mans on my fingers, I know who`s whoWho not to trust, plastic, I see right throughFrom the jump my wiz told me who`s elite and who`s weakWho`s out goin for theirs, O baby don`t sleepI pose at times, thinkin back to what she used to tell meRunnin on instinct, hopin prayin it don`t fail meNot a drop of disloyalty, in my bloodI`d rather not but if I gotta take a slug from my aceMy nigga, my man, whoever that I refer as famto dodge harm I`ll be the sacrificial lamb(No question) My love is deep for thosewith the same in return with love who deep for OBut yo, these ain`t just wordsWho if it concern if it slides made my soul burnFo` real, and that`s word to the golden sealOn judgment day, when God take me under his shield[Chorus]

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