Supposedly Songtext
von Rob49 & Meek Mill

You dealing with real project - (brr)
You know what I′m sayin'?
I′m the biggest in here (you good)
Big 49
Chases

All these - sticks, you better watch how you approachin' me (brr)
- started switchin', now they mad, they can′t get close to me (they mad)
She was tryna - me through DM, I hit back hopefully (okay)
Ask me if I′m - his little -, I'm like, "Supposedly" (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I′m like, "Supposedly"
They killed my dog and ask me if I'm good, I′m like, "Supposedly" (I'm good, yeah)
I′m like, "Supposedly"
This - in here tryna get me - like she wanna take my soul from me

Yeah, real millionaire, real motion there, -, I'm a trapper
I was standin' on the block (yeah) all day with killas, turn to a rapper (for real)
We done put - on the news and start - they -, that - be tragic (for real)
Put money on - hats, and I′m getting that hat tapped off that static, -
Money, cars and clothes (yeah), clothes, ′bows and - (Ccothes, 'bows and -)


- say she love me, I′m like, "Yeah, I know" (I'm like, "Yeah, I know")
Hm, yeah, Bubba for the low (yeah), -, I got a strong nose (I got a strong nose)
Yeah, whoopty, whosah, whoopty, whoo, that′s how - go (that's how - go)
Uh, yeah, product of the trenches, - - -, huh
Man baby Jesus (yeah), - the whole city, huh (yeah)
Pills in my liver (yeah), I got - - -, huh (hm)
Free my uncle Key (yeah), fighting that life sentence, huh

I′m like, "B-, I think I'm him" (I am)
That's what I had said when she asked me who I am
I was tryna break the rim
Ballin′ like I′m Capo, diamonds jumpin' out the gym
I ain′t doin' M, I ain′t even gotta think hard (- too easy)
This ain't no cash, she tryna - me, she ain′t gotta think hard (it's too easy)
It ain't romance, I let this young - hold my bank card (poppin′ greasy)
It ain′t no cash, so many guns, this - like vanguard (for no reason)

- ain't C.O.D
All these - be like me, -, all we fear is G-O-D
His name in some paperwork ′cause he talk to a C-O-P
We cannot have smoke if I can hop you with you V-O-P
We way up at the T-O-P, I hope you can spell, p-(ah)

She keep tellin' me that she want deez, like she sell -
Spinnin′ in them V's, - know I be where ain′t no 12 lookin' (skrrt)
Hundred shot shorty right there in the trenches, feel like hell cookin' (feel like hell)
Jumpin′ on them torches, we can′t even smoke him, he might tell somethin' (yeah, he might tell)


N- was tryna -, but now they on my d- (no they on my d-)
Every time I go talk to them -, 49 gon′ plead the fifth (I'ma plead the fifth)
Every time I think about where I come from, I say, "-, I′m him" (-, I'm him)
Every time I go back to the hood, big ten mill′ on my hip (brr)

Meek just showed me - dyin', he on some feelings - (some feelings -)
I told him we made some mamas cry, -, we on killer - (we on killer -)
How the - you see a top out in yo' face and don′t kill that -?
-, I′m G all by my dolo, I don't need no - (huh)
I′m the type to put bro on, you the type leave your - (huh)
I'm the type to buy that bad - Chrome, you the type penny pincher (huh)

Better be lucky, I ain′t a - -, would've put ya brother in it (huh)
- mad over - we f-, -, you a mad - (yeah)
Million dollas ain′t - to us, I'm the type can't get touched (huh)
I′m the type to go ghost a slut, can′t let her - her motion up (huh)
We the ones went, son, -, ain't no recruitin′ us (recruitin' us)
Remember that time I checked dude, and he said they ain′t sayin nothin'? (Ain′t sayin nothin')

Trenches back alive, the killers back outside (the killers back outside)
I'm out the 9, but after Juan died, I left the 9 (alright)
On Facetime with lil′ G, they say the facts ′cause dude lying (for real)
I'm the hottest in the street, every time I drop, the block hot, yeah (for real)

- -, private parts, I shut up and get paid to talk (yeah)
High school, sold weed out a jar (yeah), man, I took that - too far (yeah)
I know dude a ho for sure, he ain′t never have no paw
Only paw he ever knew, was a rat, I don't wanna talk (yeah)
We was dirty growin′ up (yeah), but I'm rich now, -, it′s up (yeah)
Man, we be with superstars (yeah), but Buck still be selling soap (yeah)
I'ma let the hood pick it (yeah), I don't need no A&R (yeah)
And before the label -, -, we been had A&R′s (yeah)