Don't Know Why
(专辑: No Dope On Sundays - 2017)
[CyHi The
Prynce:] Don't nobody know why Nobody knows why Young niggas still dying in the
streets And don't nobody know why Nobody knows why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dying in the
streets And don't nobody know why CyHi! .38 snub hugger, jealousy is a
mothafucka Swear these niggas would kill their blood brother All for the
love of the
money and gangs, plus the
drug hustle But let me say this before the
judge judge us Why must the
thug suffer? We already getting it out the
mud puddle Then on top of that, the
flood struck us So before them boys cuff us And we lose our life to these blood suckers Rather meet the
Migos at the
Fuddruckers Back when I
had a
plug on the
lil' guys Served it while the
kush dry Bought two, but took five We call that paying hood tithes I'm from a
place where the
good die Young, turn boys to men It's so hard to say your goodbyes Man, this shit done took lives If you die, would your hood ride? The
only time you got the
goosebumps was at a
book drive Posing for my mugshot, make sure you get my good side I'm just a
headcase, even took me to Scared Straight Left the
house at 16, I
felt I
was deadweight But to the
streets, I
was fresh bait So I'm riding through the 6
with my SK Hey, trying not to meet my death day They killed my partner and left him dead by the
expressway And don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dying in the
streets And don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dying in the
streets And don't nobody know why We have lost a
lot of beautiful souls to the
struggle To all my fallen soldiers, we miss you I
brought a
few of my east side homies to relay my condolences The
legendary Jagged Edge [Jagged Edge:] 'Pac told us Brenda had a
baby Crooked ass cops tryna send him to his grave early Sister's like, "Thanks for my child" Crooked ass feds tryna give a
nigga long time No love for that Black skin, still on replay System's mad and corruption keeps us in place Ah, when we gon' have our day? When the
sun gonna shine down on our way? [CyHi The
Prynce:] Huh, panhandler, hand-to-hand gambler Scam amateur, seven gram scrambler Had a
Monte Carlo, Tahoe and a
tan Challenger Hit rock bottom, I
swear you can't take this shit for granted, bruh So I
see everything panoramic, cuz One wrong move, that'll take you off the
planet, cuz So I
move around with the
broom like a
janitor Pomegranate cannabis, called a
play and ran it up Automatic hammers tucked on every transaction FedEx the
package or I
might just Amtrak it Back and forth to Michigan, I
want my grams, wrap it Them niggas who tried to write me off can't even pay their taxes 49er, I
was told to "mind your business, nigga" I
seen some shit Jehova ain't even witness, nigga '96 Explorer, got so many stash spots I
told the
cop, "You'll never find it like a
Sasquatch" A
good lawyer lower cases if your cap's locked So I
showed up in court, me and Matlock Hah, beat the
case and did the
ragtop This for all my niggas who didn't make it out the
trap spot [Jagged Edge:] Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dying in these streets Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young niggas still dying in these streets Don't nobody know why [CyHi The
Prynce:] Huh, we were just some small timers Went to jail, nothing major, we was all minors They tried to tie one of us to the
gun But it's funny 'cause now all my niggas eating off china Keep a
stick for the
haters tryna chalk line us It was like hide and go seek, but don't let the
law find us I
forgot more than you ever learned So when you speak on my name, put me up there with the
all timers What you know about meeting your connect at a
small diner? Talking murder over waffles and corned beef hash On a
clear, black night like Warren G
had He was dropping off some bags on the
corner, he had Some younging ran up on him, he had on a
ski mask My OG shot him through the
door, left him on the
street bad Then he asked me for the
check, but not an actual check For those who not in the
streets, just know that means cash I'm from where a
zone is a
zipper, and your tone is your trigger Where your wife is your bitch, and your homies' your niggas In my city, I'm legend, on my corner, I'm Chipper Running from the
red dogs, we holla Clifford I
had all the
red broads and all the
strippers We broke every fed law that's in the
system I
had the
dream walking out the
county in burgundy slippers And right before I
was about to hug my sister Ay, fuck nigga Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young brothers still dying Young brothers still dying Don't nobody know why Don't nobody know why Young brothers still dying Young brothers still dying