Dankhead Corleone - WHYGOD Lyrics

Try hard die hard
Whole life just tryna find God
Only pray when times get hard
If i pass this weed is you gone break it off
Why God, my God
Where was you when cuzzo got robbed
Shit done turned into a murder charge
Told me play my roll some niggas be pawns
Why Lord
I'm high Lord
My daughter the only thing I die for
The only thing I'm alive for
Getting anything that she cry for
Baby mama with the business
She gone catch it when I ship it
Me I'm riding round getting it
Nigga took a trip down south broght them pounds from the west with him
Never fuck with a loud mouth wanna be down ass nigga
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
But I still cant fuck with ya
Nigga die today baby's gone astray them boys ain't with ya
9 to 5 to slow
Me I gotta get it on my own
Take this rap shit turn it into gold
Nigga similac I'm liquid gold
Beach life no home
All these different states I roam
Out in california baby looking for ya can't recognize her she grown
Facetime no fallaceo
No dateline im with the same hoes
They know I wear the same clothes
Still be that nigga with the bank roll
Highed up for life
Still all my roaches up inside
Could give a fuck about my rights police run up on me probably gone die

Because our reality
Is the results of a strategic operation
That started, when we begin to have an issue with segregation
So they took our fathers and babies and created a separation
And placed us in a system that took over our systems, including the immune
So we still remain caged birds even after that 19th day in June
So there is no need to wonder why he is now in a four door with a draco
searching for violence
Because the cards that were dealt
Had Queens but no Kings
So now we both dealing with nothing but jokers that offer no guidance
So at some point, we must stop living for heavens sake
And... banging over real estate
Cause see
A strong mental, that's hard to break
But a forced hand
That's hard to shake
Seek growth my nigga