God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
I am like any other lost soul, that's the reason I get low
Hell stay hot but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason I can't fold, I am

Money talks, wealth whispers
I drop gems, spit hot bars that melt niggas
The hell driven earthshaker, scale tipper
How come the good dry up, but the evil still spillin'?
Welcome to the dark side where it get real different
Lettin' off my chopper in the sky and hope that the God feel it
For my lost niggas, beware of back stabbers
Energy bandits and thought stealers
Cold blooded, of course my heart been frostbitten
Money, power, addiction and sex them all killers
Let off triggers, twin Glocks, stiff them up, double cross niggas
Niggas ride or die a hundred times before I take a loss to them

God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
I am like any other lost soul, that's the reason I get low
Hell stay hot but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason I can't fold, I am

Pussy, money, weed
Money, power, ego trippin' brought me to my knees
Hopin' God hear my pleas
Tears in my eyes, tell my girl, "Never leave"
Forever give 'em my love, not my scars and memories
Addicted to bitches and succubuses in the business
Subtracted by my vision, threw me over my mission (listen)
Was mentally broken like a junkie with bad dope
The devil fuckin' with me, 'cause I'm my family's last hope, damn
Dedicated to lost niggas and adversaries
And never between what's real and imaginary
And Chyna died from a overdose and the times is scary
This dedicated to all the brothers I had to bury

God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
I am like any other lost soul, that's the reason I get low
Hell stay hot but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason I can't fold, I am

Yo, I hold on to every moment, I got this
Stay livin' for today, 'cause you know tomorrow's ain't promised
I face adversities and deal with the logics
I conquer every obstacle and put out the garbage
I represent the struggle while I challenge the heartless
And do it for the world, now watch me paint like an artist
Ready for every war while I'm installin' the cartridge
And I hope you ridin' with me 'cause I'm ready to start this, let's go
Long as you with me, let me tell you friend (Yeah)
And I promise that I'm fightin' with you 'til the very end (Yeah)
And strike the hardest like a lightnin' in a stormy wind (Yeah)
To the death, now tattoo it all up in my skin
You don't want it when I back the heater
I got a nation of millions that's followin' the leader
My revenge is now and you know I never settle (never)
Fully equipped, suited and booted, full metal
We 'bout to take it entirely to the newest level
This God shit we on, trust we quick to abuse the devil
Every time I come and then I give it to the people, so glorious
You will see how much we're victorious

God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
I am like any other lost soul, that's the reason I get low
Hell stay hot but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason I can't fold, I am
I am, I am

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Barry White, Bridget Perez, Demetri Simms, Denzel Curry, Joshua Portillo, Oladipo Omishore, Robert Taylor, Tom Brock, Trevor Smith