paroles de chanson Supposed To Do - Skepta
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?
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)
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
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)
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
Album
The Tim Westwood Mix
1 Westwood Freestyle
2 Supposed To Do
3 Simple Life
4 My Crew
5 It Ain't Safe
6 That's Not Me
7 Good Times
8 Frisco
9 Way Too Much
10 Red Eye to Paris
11 Ojuelegba
12 Lukey World
13 Back Them
14 Top Boy
15 Nasty
16 Castles
17 Ace Hood Flow
18 Same Shit Different Day
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