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

What Am I Supposed to Do? - O.C.
[O.C.]
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 niggas 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 niggas 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?

[Hook]
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 niggas still in ya crew
Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?
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