[Hook]

I don't know why I turned out to be the bad son

I don't know why I couldn't be the perfect grandson

I don't know why the feds telling me to put my hands up

I don't know why I'm in the trap with a thousand grams up

[Verse 1]

I don't know why these man hate from the same estate

I don't know why I'm licking moves, I got the baitest face

I don't know why I'm sipping lean till I can't feel my face

Hotted up the dinger, I don't know why I still ain't changed the plates

These man are wifing hoes and I don't know why

And these friends turn to foes and I don't know why

Designer head to toе but you're broke oh why?

I don't know how thesе man get a boost online

I don't know how my girl lied when she looked in my eyes

I don't know why a paedo don't get sentenced for life

I don't know why these nitties trying but can't put down a pipe

I don't know why I got all this anger inside

When man get shot I don't know why they snitch

When man see money I don't know why they switch

I put my all in this, I'm fighting like an activist

Really need some therapy, psycho analysis

[Hook]

I don't know why I turned out to be the bad son

I don't know why I couldn't be the perfect grandson

I don't know why the feds telling me to put my hands up

I don't know why I'm in the trap with a thousand grams up

[Verse 2]

I couldn't tell you why they gave B a fourteen year bird

I couldn't tell you why W's in jail mashing work

I couldn't tell you why all the mandem going berserk

Done too many lurks, turn the block into purge

I don't know how I'm at the Syrian border

Feeding refugees overseas during corona

I was just in Brum town, cruising in a roller

How am I well known but still feel like a loner?

I don't know how they can say I don't live what I rap

Now the block don't know I really came up off crack

Like I weren't in college when I bought me a strap

Certain man moving shady, I don't know how to react

Am I useful or being used? I don't know

Traumatised by what I seen, can't let it go

I don't know why they compare me

I speak on a beat like a G, I got the throne on my own

[Hook]

I don't know why I turned out to be the bad son

I don't know why I couldn't be the perfect grandson

I don't know why the feds telling me to put my hands up

I don't know why I'm in the trap with a thousand grams up