Supposed To Do Lyrics - 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) 

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? 

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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 (challenger) 

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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