Supposed To
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
Looking at my ceiling thinking 'bout I wanna be
Looking at my ceiling and the sky is what I see
Thinking what to do
Running from the past with Nike's on my feet
Running from the past with Nike's on shoe
Sippin' on my brew
Chillin' with my bredrin and we're thinking what to do
The sky is the limit if you put your mind to it
There really is no limit if you put your mind to it
Put your mind to it and take it as it comes
Never lose your spirit and pick up all the crumbs
They ask how you are... respond with two thumbs
Always keep on going... whatever outcome!
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
Go to school, go to uni, work all day, that ain't for me, take your time, find your path, find the route and write your story
I got my pad with me
I got my pen with me
I'm heading to the sea
I'm writing to this beat
Writing to this beat while i'm sipping on my tea
I be on my grind
This didn't come for free
Didn't come for free like the Nike's on my feet
I be growing taller
I used to be a baller
Used to be a baller but I had to call it quits... it is what it is, now I'm making hits
We move to the next one I've only just begun
We move to the next one, I'm far from done!
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
Looking at my ceiling thinking 'bout I wanna be
Looking at my ceiling and the sky is what I see
Thinking what to do
Running from the past with Nike's on my feet
Running from the past with Nike's on shoe
Sippin' on my brew
Chillin' with my bredrin and we're thinking what to do
The sky is the limit if you put your mind to it
There really is no limit if you put your mind to it
Put your mind to it and take it as it comes
Never lose your spirit and pick up all the crumbs
They ask how you are... respond with two thumbs
Always keep on going... whatever outcome!
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
Go to school, go to uni, work all day, that ain't for me, take your time, find your path, find the route and write your story
I got my pad with me
I got my pen with me
I'm heading to the sea
I'm writing to this beat
Writing to this beat while i'm sipping on my tea
I be on my grind
This didn't come for free
Didn't come for free like the Nike's on my feet
I be growing taller
I used to be a baller
Used to be a baller but I had to call it quits... it is what it is, now I'm making hits
We move to the next one I've only just begun
We move to the next one, I'm far from done!
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
We, supposed to do this, get a job and do that
Get told what to do man that shit is really whack
Get told what to do this ain't in our plans
Get told what to do nah nah
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Stewart
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