Brandon Hines - 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 f**ed around and get wild with a sentence All complicated like can*ls' 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 n***as 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 n***as ain't close to me [Verse 2: D. King] I swear to God, my n***a 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 sh** Bossing on a low budget, f**ing on the whips sh** 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 bu*terfly 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, n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***as ain't close to me [Verse 3: D. King] For the rap sh**, like black and white TVs n***a, we been cla**ic, [?] and thin gla**es 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, n***a, 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 pa** from prison Cop k**ers 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 sh** No bullsh**, I rule sh** Who's at the door when opportunity knocks, n***a? 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 n***as 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 n***as ain't close to me