Story Behind The Song

There aint enough broadjam space for the whole story.

Song Description

Its basically about some of the scandalous things thats done happened to or around me and crazyloc, but in a way i explain why i stay around.

Lyrics

Im standin over the homies grave askin a bang of questions
Why do people cling to stereotypes and perception
Why do people crave so much for attention
That they go and make themselves a thug, its a misconception
Shit I wish I had your life
And never hear bout mothafuckaz overdosin holdin they pipe
And even worse, I don't tell em rest in peace
Because the fact that he's dead don't even matter to me
And people wonder why its hard for me to fall in love
Cuz i seen relationships end wit a 45 slug
and why do people dress in khakis, chucks and tim boots
But at they open casket funeral they in suits
I live the truth, it aint no death in honesty
But I guarantee I'll die before I owe an apology
I'd love to make myself a lil cheddar and leave
But everytime I turn around I find my people in need

Chorus; (Female Vocal)
Everytime I try to walk away
Somethin makes me turn around to stay
And I can't Tell U Why (x2)

I've seen scandalous bitches playin tricks on fools
Who think the love that they have is shared between the 2
But if he only knew, and when he found the facts
It was a 30 odd 6 cocked and ready to blast
And a squirrel in this world had to play the victim
He was close as kin to us so we was down to ride wit em
The fool behind the trigger ended up wit time
But his homies held beef and they tried to ride
And its a trip how my brother almost died
Cuz the homie got shot, so you know that he was rollin wit pride
But tell me why, my brothers in the hospital right
And everybody except for the homie was by his side
Man its a fucked up world, its dog eat dog
It's like its all for one, and none for yall
Its like you ride for me and I ride for you
But if you die for me then its time to flee? Nah!

Repeat Chorus

They think a man, is only as good as what he's worth
So are you any good if you been broke since birth?
And are you any better if you need that dollar
So bad you puttin white liquid in baby bottles?
I guess so, judgin by the love that it brings you
Like the fiends and your runners come around to praise you
And those aren't your real friends
Ever see barney? He aint lie, mothafuckaz will pretend
You tryin to feed your seeds, they tryin to feed they pockets
Thats why when i see the real hustle i cant knock it
But if you choose to go, legit
Put down the baggies, pick up the pen and straight write some shit
You don't get no pat on the back
You get a chance to sit and look wonderin where everybody at

Repeat Chorus and Fade