Tonalità: F minor
Intro 1
Em
C
Verse 1
Em
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
C
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Verse 2
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Em
Bitch ass niggas bring my name up a lot
I guess its 'cause a nigga
really came up a lot
C
I'm so fucking hood I took the
name from my block
DopeBoy Troy I cook cocaine up a lot
Em
C
Selling whole keys I am not
Em
these rap niggas
Came in this game rich
C
that's a fact nigga
Clear to see I really live
what I rap nigga
Rappers taking shots but
I really clap niggas
Em
Really in the hood driving
6 figure foreigns
Really pay cash not with that
owing or no borrowing
C
He ain't get a Rollie 'til
he got a deal nigga
I bought me some rollies off
the drugs I deal nigga
Em
And I iced it out so
disrespectful it's a slug
I'm a young OG that's fucking
OG nigga's daughters
C
And they must respect it
because they feel something
Niggas in they pussy might
as well be a real one
Em
I got children, two sons Roro and Renzo
New guns who wanna get hit
C
with a extendo
Busting at these bird ass niggas like Nintendo
I play in Versace I'm done
Em
wearing that corny Kenzo
Verse 3
Why these rap niggas be on dick, why?
Why they like a bitch?
Why they jumping clique to clique, why?
C
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the shit?
Why am I so real, why?
Why I'm really rich, really rich?
Em
Why these rap niggas be on dick, why?
Why they like a bitch?
Why they jumping clique to clique, why?
C
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the shit?
Why am I so real, why?
Verse 4
Why I'm really rich?
Em
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
C
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Verse 5
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Em
I be taking guns out the
hands of suckers
Ankle bracelet on me man
this shit ain't justice
C
Bullet holes in me but I'm physically
painless
Don't come around me if you ain't with it,
I'm dangerous
Em
Look up to the sky and
I pray to the lord
I don't look up to none of
these rappers they frauds
C
I bought a new crib 'bout
to buy me a Spur
I just scored big,
Em
betting points on the Spurs
Bought my bitch a watch
and a nice lil' coat
Soon as the weather great
I'ma buy me a boat
C
Bullet in my head still ain't fuck up the wave
It hurt to get a fade so I grew
Em
me some braids
Balmain pants on me take 'em
off fuck a bitch
Diamonds dance on me 'cause
I'm black and I'm rich
C
They telling lies on me saying
a real nigga snitched
My reply only eat a real nigga dick
Em
Look, niggas jumping clique to clique,
C
disgusting
Em
Niggas pumping but they bitch,
C
don't trust them
Me I get a lot of chicks,
so I'm ruffling
The feathers on these bird ass niggas,
fuck 'em
Em
I'm the self- made, self- paid dope boy,
jefe, Troy Ave
Coming up out the city letting lead spray
C
Self- made, self- paid, dope boy,
jefe, Troy Ave
Em
Coming up out the city letting lead spray
Verse 6
Why these rap niggas be on dick?
Why they like a bitch?
Why they jumping clique to clique?
C
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the shit?
Why am I so real, why?
Em
Why I'm really rich, really rich?
Why these rap niggas be on dick?
Why they like a bitch?
Why they jumping clique to clique?
C
Why they faking pumps?
Why I'm really with the shit?
Why am I so real, why?
Verse 7
Why I'm really rich?
Em
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
C
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
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