Lyrics:
finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
Taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
Throwing up." Marsha started
hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They
I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important
I'll be down
this pain?
I keep inflictin' on my family (family)
Hustlin' and gamblin', drinkin' and scramblin'
And losin' sight of what I supposed to be handlin'
"We're gonna kill you, you motherfucker, we're gonna kill you,
you god damn faggot." I just looked at them.
So, there was a crowd gathering by this
and the sweatshirts
Getting b****es and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
Now the s***'s like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never
Sunday
You're wasted from the boredom
Was never supposed to be like this
Like your father said
Just do what was done unto you
Always in your
right by you can't notice me
Is it just the way it's all supposed to me
Tell me what's the reason you're decieving me
Looking for me when u know I ain't
've gotta say
I'd say hello and they'd be laughing at me
I'd ask 'em questions that nobody understood
But by the time we got outside my room
I was searching
I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important
I'll be down
'm supposed to be feels like a million arrows
Just got to take it and run
Run fast, run far and see
And I was just getting in the swing of things
But then they
to you,
But you proved my love untrue,
So tell me boy what am I supposed to do,
About you, about you you you oh o
I gave you what you wanted,
I gave you
every one of the licks, 'cause I was supposed to be rich
I don't care nothin' 'bout no cop, I'm tellin' you just how it is
Put it in a Uber, send it
wasn't supposed to happen)
You better get back, get back (yeah, mic check)
You better get back, get back, back (Derty Harry) (what the fuck?)
You better
don't even think I want the job anymore
What am I supposed to do now?
How am I supposed to live now?
All I ever did was try, but the story ends, so
hand
And if I front you work
You gotta pay Uncle Sam, you understand?
(King Shit) man, text me
Ray, what's up? Weezy, what's happnin'?
62 Hard, from
burned
My heart turned, I thought of what this man did
She forgave him, she grew to understand it
Her soul was tired and never really rested
Only with
all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you're feeble
I go out with the strongest and I separate
I'm a star when the light hit I'm supposed to shine
Your flow is garbage they let me out just in time
They got a section but none of the hoes are fine
Ay, yeah
I'm not your, your man, baby
No, I can't do what a man should be doing for you
Trying my best to pull through for you, yeah, yeah
sense-sense of all this shit around me
I didn't know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean
And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going
I'm sittin on my porch watchin' the law
As they ride past in they patrol cars
So tell me why I feel like the enemy
They supposed to be here
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
more could they do? They piled on the pain
But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for
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