Supposed to Be

Lyrics

[Hook: D. King & Brandon Hines] Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me [Verse 1: D. King] 150 on the dash, 150 years of slavery I let you down like durags and wave grease Mesmerized as she gaze at the beast Watch me testify, who's the greatest on beats? I fucked around and get wild with a sentence All complicated like canals' inventors But I'm in Venice Beach, sliding penis through Venus "Really, I am"'s like the really, I am I pop wheelies on dirt bikes But now, even big wheelies could get popped over that work, right Right in the right time, we Focus in the lotus, hovering the most divining speeds We can bring out the drop that make your mouth drop Like product with ice in it, I got it, the right lyrics We bleed green over red stuff and yellow broads White chalked out, I see colors, you see, my brother? [Hook: D. King & Brandon Hines] Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me [Verse 2: D. King] I swear to God, my nigga I'm just trying to keep them things around me 'Cause bricks go for 11-5 in Dade County D. King with the King magazine broad, acting out of spread On the office desk, acting like it's a bed Then I off her dress Bet that any rapper better than me probably dead Yeah, I said it, yeah, I'm talking 'bout big shit Bossing on a low budget, fucking on the whips shit But bet I know where the surface lie Certified murder guys in my circle that I've [?] I move work with guys and my [?] Cubans With butterfly shirts, used to fly work Some select few that still remain on Earth All that remain was game, couldn't play it with work Feel my scene switch, nigga, case is closing Topless women lead me up staircases, it's floating [Hook: D. King & Brandon Hines] Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me [Verse 3: D. King] For the rap shit, like black and white TVs Nigga, we been classic, [?] and thin glasses That's it, so you're truly out of place Wrist need oxygen and get blue in the face Move keys under koofies, made our way through customs Made my way hustling, froze gold chain blushing It ain't nothing, nigga, that's how my life goes Microphones, here I come, underneath the lightpoles This strip-changing, fast-living, fast-pitching So we can ride slow, past chickens I got a pass from prison Cop killers on its way, six months of probation, nothing past [?] This is past the vision, this is a full clip So get your lines tighter on that college-ruled shit No bullshit, I rule shit Who's at the door when opportunity knocks, nigga? Who is it? [Hook: D. King & Brandon Hines] Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me Laughed at, talked about Those who claim to be Put the rap game where it's supposed to be Y'all niggas ain't close to me