Unkwnbrandon - WHY? Lyrics

What these people be talkin' bout mane
The f*** they be talking' bout, B
They trippin' yo
Why these rappers pack, but they never give back
They claiming that they bosses leading people off track
They running for office got my people looking exhausted
They feeding off ego got no problem misleading people
Why the ones up top never care to look down
Why the local police only see me cuz I'm brown
Is it cuz I got a twin that hit a lick around
Or Is it cuz you like to see a black n**** frown
Why I'm always having problems with my f*ckin dad
Why these cocky n***** always take the chance to brag
Why they always hurting all these bitches in the end
Told her you gon love her and gon buy that girl a Benz
And now because she lost aint no new n**** gon win
You gonna spend some money just so she can say yaw friends
Now you sitting with your face and wallet in the sand
Thinking bout you past looking heart broken
I been ballin since I lost my wallet
Imma hustle till I get it back
I could frown off the minor pauses
Focus on what you pack instead of what you lack
I been ballin since I lost my wallet
Imma hustle till I get it back
I could frown off the minor pauses
Focus on what you pack instead of what you lack
Why the rappers clones always stealing n***** flows
Why these females plastic like Michael they got his nose
Why my pastor told me that he know where people go
When they passing on but in the end nobody knows
Why I gotta work just to have a f*ckin life
Why this country charge me just for standing on its land
Why your spirit dark even though the body light
I ain't really ask to be a product in the end
But it seem like for my skin you gon lock a n**** in
You gon pop a n**** friend just for jogging in your vision
Imma make sure that my vision for n***** come to fruition
Imma make sure that my color ain't for crooked politicians
Is you looking at the the system? My lady said I'm trippin
Why I'm drinking all this liquor? My stomach ain't nothing in there
They bellies they getting thicker but meanwhile in Kenya I can take you to da slums
You might find a kid that's living in worse shit than our bums
Why these n***** on a front
Why a dollar so expensive
Put my heart up in a song
All my bars up on a menu
And I do this for my momma
Feel the spirit all up in you
On a rise just like the sun
Man I can't forget the mission
Know the way just like a map
Kill a beat look at my pistol
Know the music really slap
I only tell the truth
Ain't really mean to diss you but if you hurt by all the antics grab yo ass a little tissue
Why
I been ballin since I lost my wallet
Imma hustle till I get it back
I could frown off the minor pauses
Focus on what you pack instead of what you lack
I been ballin since I lost my wallet
Imma hustle till I get it back
I could frown off the minor pauses
Focus on what you pack instead of what you lack