Supposed To Do lyrics

[Chorus: 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)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Still in the make and I wanna be great but they tell me be patient
Don't compare me to none of these n*ggas in the game
Cause they way too basic
And I'm just that amazing, I reach them stages
In the league with the majors
n*gga f*ck your blogs, n*gga f*ck your statements
The f*ck you thinkin'
Nah, ain't doing no more favors
Never hit a n*gga just to make me famous
Little n*gga, flows go crazy
And them other n*gga's can't tame me
Flame me, blame me
All the n*gga's that doubt it
All ya'll n*gga's some cowards
All ya'll n*gga'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 n*ggas changed like Clark in the booth
Can't trust ho's, I don't trust dudes
I buy your b*tch 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 di*k intended for a Spanish wife
This chess homie, not checkers n*ggas
Ain't playin' with ya, no action figures
What am I supposed to do?
[Chorus: 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)

[Verse 2: Skepta]
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 n*ggas stop putting my name
Next to these just come rappers, I'm so embarrassed
I'm in the booth working my magic
My n*gga 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, n*ggas melt like plastic
Lyrical war, yeah that's my language
I turn Super Saiyan, b*tch
Just so you know I ain't playin', b*tch
I heard n*gga's like you before
You got a good flow, but you ain't sayin' sh*t
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 n*gga's, we all gotta floss
Don't give a sh*t 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
Skepta
[Chorus: 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)

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
There are some serious rumors around
There's a new sheriff in town
f*ck 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 f*ck and this sh*t 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 sh*t 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 n*gga's just told me don't let off the pedal
Keep my Jordan 5's on their neck
f*ck whoever got next, f*ck 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 sh*t 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 f*ckin' cologne
Starvation 3 outta let out the beast
So it's bone appetit and I'm ready to feast