Don't Know Why

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce] 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 [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] CyHi! .38 snub hugger, jealousy is a muh'fucka 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 thugs suffer? We already gettin' it out the mud puddle Then on top of that, the flood struck us So before them boys cuff us, or we lose our life to these bloodsuckers 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 shit 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 [Chorus: CyHi The Prynce & LaKiery Shaffer] 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 [Interlude: CyHi The Prynce] 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 Eastside homies To help me relay my condolences - the legendary Jagged Edge [Verse 2: Jagged Edge] 'Pac told us Brenda had a baby Crooked ass cops tryna send him to his grave early The 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 Systematic corruption keeps us in place Aww, when we gon' have our day? When the sun gonna shine down on our way? [Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce] Yeah, 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, 'cause 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 they taxes 49er, I was told to mind your business, nigga I seen some shit Jehovah 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 [Chorus: Jagged Edge] 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 [Verse 4: CyHi The Prynce] Huh, we was 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 a actual check For those who not in the streets, just know that mean 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 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 a dream walkin' out the county in burgundy slippers And right before I was about to hug my sister Ayy, fuck nigga (*gunshots*) [Outro: LaKiery Shaffer] 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'