Why Chords

(This is a collect call from an inmate)

Ayy, this 3, pick me up, I'm on the way home

Why? Lord,  why they wanna hate on me?

I feel like I’m fallin' but I ain't though

I’ma shed blood for my whole family

It's rainin' down and I don't got a raincoat

Why? Shit, what they mean? Like

Like, I ain't doin' this shit, like

Like, I ain't get this shit

Out the mud, nigga, i came from nothin'

Shit, nigga don’t even

Understand that, nigga

Get the fuck out the way look

My mama be like

"Lil Melvin, you can’t worry about

What people say, you know

They talked about Jesus"

(SplurgeTheGod made another one)

But I ain't readin’ a Bible where

Jesus was slangin' iron though

I'm really out here like that

Mo-mothafuckin'-3, nigga, yeah

My mama got me out of juvenile as a youngin

(As a youngin)

Look, kicked out of school smackin’ with

The tool, fuck it, mama, i'm thuggin'

(For real)

I never graduated, I was somewhere hustlin'

(Somewhere hustlin')

My teacher told my mama, "Melvin

He's been failing every fucking subject"

Damn, then I got jammed (yeah)

Locked in a cell with a digital cam

(For real) knives on the back of me

These niggas mad at me

They send a hitter, I will take 'em down

(Baow) locked in a faculty

This whole vicinity crawling with niggas

Who didn't go to trial (Nah)

But still, they got fifty

(What?) , my cellmate got twenty (What?)

He won't get to see that new kid he just had

(Damn) he he ain't give me nothin'

(Nothin')

She-she ain't give me nothin' (Nada)

That bitch ain't wanna fuck me

(What?) , now I bet she wish she gave it up

'Cause 3 got so much money they think I

Owe 'em but they ain't gave me nothin'

(What?) and any nigga don't like it

Tell him stand up, bet I take him under

(yeah)

Boy, you must be sick, I got three kids

And plus three baby mamas (For real)

And all my kids gon' know they

Dad is still 'cause, bitch, i made a promise

(yeah)

When them choppas get to blowin' rounds

They gon' come and chalk 'em

And don't tell me what nobody say

'cause people just be talkin', yeah

Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?

(Hate on me)

I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though

I'ma shed blood for my whole family

It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat

Why? (Why?)

Why they wanna turn me to the murder man?

(Murder man)

Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend?

(My girlfriend)

Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend?

(yeah) why they wanna be my friend? Why?

It don't make no sense, I gave you this

I gave you that (That)

But flip the script, you ain't give

Me shit, didn't front no zips

I didn't get no packs (Nah)

When it was beef, you called on me

Gave you them clips and all them straps

(For real)

Matter fact, I take that back, bitch, I

Slang gun, tell 'em go ask, hey

And all this pain in my body, I'm so numb

Won't let 'em get to me (I won't)

Hate the fact I'm livin' good in

The city I made history

Two hundred thousand 'round my neck

My chains tangled up, they clingling

Fuck the opps, bitch, I been on

They see me on they TV screen

Why? Lord, why they wanna hate on me?

(Hate on me)

I feel like I'm falling but I ain't though

I'ma shed blood for my whole family

It's raining down and I don't got a raincoat

Why? (Why?)

Why they wanna turn me to the murder man?

(Murder man)

Why she wanna cheat and be my girlfriend?

(My girlfriend)

Why these niggas be so fake and they pretend?

(yeah) why they wanna be my friend? Why?