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Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why its 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
Didnt really care cause mama wasnt home
They say young child dont you run so wild
Youre out there doin wrong hangin with the wrong crowd
But I didnt 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 didnt even know him or know where he was from
But I didnt really didnt care cause I was young
Now Im rollin with my daughters and my baby mama
Didnt 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 Im stretched out in the bed
While this fool kickin back in mira loma
My family stressed out cause Im in a coma
Everbodys prayin while Im tryin to hang on
But even if I die its still on yeah
Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why its 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 55 still a young scrub
Didnt even matter if I got my a*s jumped
As long as that proved young K wasnt a punk
Now I done got my roam on buzzed with the oldies on
Didnt 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 couldnt go out lettin the ones take flight
They was tryin but I kept my thang tight thats right
D**n I rolled with more than one gun that
Felt good to me
But the good Lord wouldnt 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
Im 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
Thats how it was where we came from
Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why must it be like that
Why its gotta be like that
Why its gotta be like that