Supposed to Be by D. King (rapper) Lyrics

Quote from the song “Supposed to Be” by D. King (rapper)

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

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Supposed to Be”

• Written: Brandon Hines, D. King (rapper)
• Release Date: July 20, 2011

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[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

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I move work with guys and my

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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,

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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

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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?