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Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
I remember way back when I was young
Livin' that crazy life gettin' sprung
Out there gettin' busy holdin' my own
Didn't really care 'cause mama wasn't home
They say young child don't you run so wild
You're out there doin' wrong hangin' with the wrong crowd
But I didn't really trip it so I kept a hard head
Got myself to the point where I wanted fools dead
Solvin' all my problems with that 1 8 7
Makin' ends meet with the deuce 11
Jacked this one fool snatched him out his ride
Get out homie
Nine times but the n***a survived
I didn't even know him or know where he was from
But I didn't really didn't care 'cause I was young
Now I'm rollin' with my daughters and my baby mama
Didn't even know we was in for drama
Here come the n***a on my passenger side
Dumped a whole clip all inside my ride
Hit me four times and one went in my head
Now I'm stretched out in the bed
While this fool kickin' back in mira loma
My family stressed out 'cause I'm in a coma
Everbody's prayin' while I'm tryin' to hang on
But even if I die it's still on yeah
Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Now I can seem to recall all my days
When I was little
Tryin' to put myself right up in the middle
Sprung up off the idea of tryin' to get a rep
You best believe I found trouble when I stepped
Ran up on like I was holdin' bugs
I was only 5'5 still a young scrub
Didn't even matter if I got my a*s jumped
As long as that proved young K wasn't a punk
Now I done got my roam on buzzed with the oldies on
Didn't really care it was like n***a bring yo' a*s on
Yeah one day rollin' with my straps I got caught God d**n
No snitchin' and I took all the fault
You see I couldn't go out lettin' the ones take flight
They was tryin' but I kept my thang tight that's right
D**n I rolled with more than one gun that
Felt good to me
But the good Lord wouldn't let it be man
I tried to keep myself cool and find a little job
Straight workin' but these pockets still hurtin'
So my relative hooked me on a double up
I found another way for KK to come on up
I'm pushin' quarter pieces down the 10' freeway
Up to baton rouge then back to la
D**n I was out there kinda young and dumb
That's how it was where we came from
Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why it's gotta be like that
Why it's gotta be like that