What Am I Supposed to Do?

[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? [O.C.] Yo, misery love company sharin they woes Depth in luxury in me buried deep in my soul I learned the hard way, so-called friends be just foes It was written it was told in them Godly scrolls Thou shall not, how so foul is it just no? Dogs ain't your man, his favorite food is Alpo Beast and, feastin on your kindness for weakness Not knowin nuttin other than hollerin at street shit The ghetto goes without sayin so stop playin cause When I'm on the mic there won't be no delayin brah [Hook] [O.C.] I count my mans on my fingers, I know who's who Who not to trust, plastic, I see right through From the jump my wiz told me who's elite and who's weak Who's out goin for theirs, O baby don't sleep I pose at times, thinkin back to what she used to tell me Runnin on instinct, hopin prayin it don't fail me Not a drop of disloyalty, in my blood I'd rather not but if I gotta take a slug from my ace My nigga, my man, whoever that I refer as fam To dodge harm I'll be the sacrificial lamb (No question) My love is deep for those With the same in return with love who deep for O But yo, these ain't just words Who if it concern if it slides made my soul burn Fo' real, and that's word to the golden seal On judgment day, when God take me under his shield [Hook]