Supposed To Do

By Ace Hood

On Beast Of The South

Released on June 15, 2014

29K Views

Thumbnail

[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 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?


[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 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

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

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