เพลง Don't Know Why (Explicit)

Don't Know Why (Explicit) - Cyhi The Prynce/Jagged Edge

Written by：Cydel Young/Warren Griffin Jr./Jesse James/David Stokes/Marcus Byrd/K. Rachel Mills/Brandon Black/Girvan Henry/Michael Davis/Orlando Powell

Don't nobody know why

Nobody knows why

Young niggas still dyin' in the streets

And don't nobody know why

Nobody knows why

Don't nobody know why

Young niggas still dyin' in the streets

And don't nobody know why

CyHi

38 snub hugger jealousy is a mothaf**ka

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 gettin' 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 payin' 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 sh*t done took lives

If you die would your hood ride

The only time you got the goosebumps was at a book drive

Posin' 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 ridin' through the 6 with my SK

Hey tryin' 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 dyin' 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 dyin' 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

'Pac told us Brenda had a baby

Crooked a** cops tryna send him to his grave early

Sister's like thanks for my child

Crooked a** feds tryna give a ni**a long time

No love for that Black skin still on replay

Systematic corruption keeps us in place

Ah when we gon' have our day

When the sun gonna shine down on our way

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 sh*t 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 grands rapid

Them niggas who tried to write me off can't even pay their taxes

49er I was told to mind your business ni**a

I seen some sh*t Jehova ain't even witness ni**a

'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

Don't nobody know why

Don't nobody know why

Young niggas still dyin' in these streets

Don't nobody know why

Don't nobody know why

Don't nobody know why

Young niggas still dyin' in these streets

Don't nobody know why

Huh we were just some small timers

Went to jail nothin' major we was all minors

They tried to tie one of us to the gun

But it's funny 'cause now all my niggas eatin' 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 done 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 meetin' your connect at a small diner

Talkin' murder over waffles and corned beef hash

On a clear black night like Warren G had

He was droppin' off some bags on the corner he had

Some youngin' 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 b**ch and your homies' your niggas

In my city I'm legend on my corner I'm Chipper

Runnin' 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 walkin' out the county in burgundy slippers

And right before I was about to hug my sister

Ayy f**k ni**a

Don't nobody know why

Don't nobody know why

Young brothers still dyin'

Young brothers still dyin'

Don't nobody know why

Don't nobody know why

Young brothers still dyin'

Young brothers still dyin'