Why Lyrics

I'm sick of these niggas, why

I'ma pull the trigger, why

Lie after fucking lie, they don't want no money, why

Niggas being crummy, scared to make these moves, I don't know why

I'm always a motherfucking problem and I just don't know why

I look at the rain, I'm remembering pain, burning flames

They gon' keep trying to put out my fire, looking at me to frame

No one not gon' ever feel this way, gon' ever feel my pain

Judgements, stay coming my way, I'm risen, fury, my heart changed

Niggas don't know about my struggle, microwave bologna

I remember freezing nights, every day I was lonely

These niggas don't want no money, out here acting phony

Don't you step to me with this glick on my hip, you don't know me

After a while its silence, no one nowhere, no violent acts

I pull up with the sacks, sticks in the back, fully strapped

He must be selling crack, it's a fact

What you got on that? A menace? It's a fact

I don't give a fuck bout none of that

Greed gon' get you? Get the fuck from here, nigga, who needs you

Swear on everything, if I catch you, then I'ma bleed you

Robbing these fake dealers, catch them, slip up, hollows eat you

Pockets run that shit up, I'm a robber, I'ma reach through

I'm sick of these niggas, why? I'ma pull the trigger, why

Lie out the fucking lie, they don't want no money, why

Niggas being crummy, scare to make these moves, I don't know why

I'm always a motherfucking problem and I just don't know why

I'm sick of these niggas, why? I'ma pull the trigger, why

Lie out the fucking lie, they don't want no money, why

Niggas being crummy, scare to make these moves, I don't know why

I'm always a motherfucking problem and I just don't know why

From the rain, came up, I then came I know a lot about pain, make you feel my pain

Wondering so many times, why I still see the same

I don't know, but if I die, just put my money in the grave

Look, gettin to these junkies, making moolah cause I'm hungry

I know niggas out here watching, they plotting to take it from me

I see your basic tactics, I'm a shooter, ain't no dummy

And you gon' suffer major, you thinking of running from me, uh

Shot the block up, opps running, niggas snitching, 12 coming

Ran back to the trap, I can't stop, I got these sales coming

Running up my bag, I don't brag, I keep the deals coming

I'm on my own shit, got niggas wishing I get killed from it

This way that I'm living, ducking difficult decisions

Dodging bullets in the end and running, but I'm never finished

Out here, they saying strictly business, they ain't strictly business

Sending niggas like me out for hire to kill off the witness, uh

I'm sick of these niggas, why? I'ma pull the trigger, why

Lie after fucking lie, they don't want no money, why

Niggas being crummy, scared to make these moves, I don't know why

I'm always a motherfuckin problem and I just don't know why

Me and my niggas gon' handle whatever, quick and fast

Aftermath, put that on my son, I did cause a bloodbath

Looking at the reign of terror, unleashed did the damage bad

Menace is a fact, got these stones on my back, that's facts

Up a operation, no damn it, demonstration

You in the crossfire, cause nigga, you was flaking

Trying to see me out as the enemy, stop this faking

When we pull up, I sense your heart beating, you shaking

Feeling out of place at times, I'ma stay hustling dimes

Dubs, eights, quarters, ounces, pounds, better not waste my time

I'ma trap whatever I gotta, a nigga better shine

If you opposition, my mission is in the grave you lye