Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Why Me, artista - Cuban Link. Data di rilascio: 17.01.2022
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Why Me |
| Why my life had to be so rough |
| (Why me) |
| Why the fuck I had such bad luck |
| (Why me) |
| Why the judge wanna lock me up |
| Throw away the key and watch me rust |
| Yo crack lets get a nine |
| My mind’s trapped behind enemy lines |
| The scent of weed got me thinkin I remember the time |
| 1979 they planned a biological test |
| The doctor said I’ll be fine and planted a mic in my chest |
| It’s Highteck, I got the fuckin' feds tracing my steps |
| So what’s next? a bomb gold at the back of my neck |
| I’m in the U.S. everyday still got shit in check |
| Elly Yel crying freedom while he’s facin the teck |
| I’m probably waistin my breath |
| Ain’t no changin what’s left |
| Start placin your best cause we all race against death |
| Shit be makin me vex |
| Cause I know the true fiends |
| In this game you never win and always loose |
| Even when you show and prove |
| Fuck the boys in blue for tryin to set me up |
| And I ain’t sent you pigs you gon have to plant me up |
| I’m from the streets where we handle beef with lead slugs |
| So take caution, cause our protection sucks |
| (Why me) |
| Why my life had to be so rough |
| (Why me) |
| Why the fuck I had such bad luck |
| (Why me) |
| Why the judge wanna lock me up |
| Throw away the key and watch me rust |
| Still in God I trust |
| (Why me) |
| Why these motherfuckers watchin me |
| (Why me) |
| Why they actin like we got the keys |
| (Why me) |
| Why these homies and clowns going around |
| Cloning the town down tryin to throw me with Gotti |
| Under the ground |
| Yo niggas call me Joe the Don |
| Been in this rap game for nine years and going strong |
| Still holdin on |
| Still rollin on bitch made niggas |
| We sick of crazed niggas |
| That’s quick to lay niggas |
| If Pac was here would these niggas be shinin |
| Would half these rappers be rappin' so violent |
| Cold figure, bow down to no nigga |
| Yeah them cats got rhymes but I flow sicker |
| For the Po niggas that drink more liquor |
| Shoot up clubs and love to clip the chrome triggers |
| Don’t get your dough split up man |
| You fuckin with the wrong guys |
| You won’t like it when you call Lah |
| And that’s six feet hit you with twin piece |
| Double desert man it’s pleasant when the grim reaps |
| Shit’s deep but you gotta love it |
| I put the shot into your stomach catch your body if you feel for nothin |
| (Why me) |
| Why these motherfuckers watchin me |
| (Why me) |
| Why they actin like we got the keys |
| (Why me) |
| Why these homies and clowns going around |
| Cloning the town down tryin to throw me with Gotti |
| Under the ground |
| (Why me) |
| Why my life had to be so rough |
| (Why me) |
| Why the fuck I had such bad luck |
| (Why me) |
| Why the judge wanna lock me up |
| Throw away the key and watch me rust |
| Still in God I trust |