Don’t Know Why - Intellectual

[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)

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

Young niggas still dyin' in these streets

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

Young brothers still dyin'

Don't nobody know why

Young brothers still dyin'