Y? (Explicit) - 2nd II None

Lyrics by：D. Barnett/K. McDonald/D. Blake/F. Pilate

Composed by：D. Barnett/K. McDonald/D. Blake/F. Pilate

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