Don't Know Why Lyrics - 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 

CyHi! 

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.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 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 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 

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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 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? 

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 

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 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 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 the dream walkin' out the county in burgundy slippers 

And right before I was about to hug my sister 

Ayy, fuck nigga 

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'