What the Fuck Am I Supposed to Do Now

What the f*ck am I supposed to do now Rap game all fucked up, crack game won't give me no luck All I see is clowns, tell me a joke Pants low, got Fear of G on, shouts out to all my Gs on White peoples fear us We should come together like Pangea, but these white peoples don't feel us I'm in need of a drink, throwing up on the sink Dying of thirst, dying of cold, hunnid thousand dollar mink Needa link with my contemporaries, even if it's temporary, needa think Give back, do charity, f*ck that I'm in the hood gaining knowledge like I should And the head so good Ima move her out the hood Wish a pussy nigga would, to that pussy I would do Things my mom would not approve I'm just saying what I'd do I'm just saying what I'd do I'm tryna be different, tryna do the right thing It's harder than the steel carried in my family genes Killers, drug dealers, got me low on self esteem Reconsidering my dream, if I move a ki, it might set me free What the f*ck am I supposed to do now Rap game all fucked up, crack game won't give me no luck All I see is clowns, tell me a joke I'm thirsting Singing my rain song, rain dancing, till rain come Or the rain man reign end, and it's all gone I'm hungry Tryna feast with all my niggas, pulling heat on all they triggers Who woulda figured we would ever make it out, stacking figures I remember my first day up in the trap I parked the Ram, stepped outside on some crack I walked in, ready to record and I don't even smoke, so I ain't even know why the hell my eyes low Haze had my vision closed, couldn't see but 5 or 4 feet in front of me, I couldn't even press record I stepped inside the kitchen, it don't matter how we living, had roaches in the dishes, had hooks like we fishing It was cold, I could see my breath, hoodie drenched in grape flavored smoke I love the smell, fell in love always watching, and never ever puff What the f*ck am I supposed to do now Rap game all fucked up, crack game won't give me no luck All I see is clowns, tell me a joke