Rich Kidz - I Wonder Why lyrics

(Verse 1) Lucci I paid my dues n***a dont play, you'll lose You probably couldn't walk a mile in em' n***a do you know how much I paid for these shoes I was raised in the zoo where n***as never played by the rules So n***as tried to play me back in high school I f**ed around and made the news I never been a s**a She s** me so good that I think I love ha Dese n***as injured, they gon' need to recover You can come over but you can not sleep over Please bring a friend I do not eat leftovers We got dat clean and she stepped over f** your opinion, I knew I would get it I promise that hip hop is not over See I do not live in no mansion But I'm bout my green like im stanley See I am so up, Imma need a zanny You gotta be hood just to understand me My trunk in da hood if you understand me Dese n***as ain't good if you understand me I came from da bottom, I could've got shot up, I still can't believe that I'm still standing Yeah, I got on cuban links This a felari and that's A mink Look like a polar bear hugging me Girl get on top and make love to me Love me forever, dont ever get tired of me Why tf would you lie to me If I told you I got you, I got you believe me don't let your face die on me girl (Hook) I wonder why the sun dont shine everyday yeah I wonder why I wonder why some of these n***as be fake All you gotta do is have faith Glad my n***as ain't never lost faith (Verse 2) Skooly None of my n***as ain't never lost faith I wonder why Another n***a b**h on the drink Diamonds drippin off me like a sink f** what another n***a think I'm bout to take em to skool Teach em to break all the rules I'm tired of these p**y lil fools Them n***as ain't cool, them n***as is food they food I do not mean to be rude, f** wit me lucci See a f** n***a shoot a f** n***a, tell me who shootin Come from a side of the hood where the gangstas and k**as be coolin I'm wit Yfn and all of dem n***as be shootin, don't get yo ruined Might take a trip to the ruins, my b**h is bad and you knew it My car is sad and its blue and look what the money done blew in n***as that thinking they foolin' us, there will be funerals for all that snitchin' lil homie I really be dealing with bangas the nellas the 60s the pirus and crips lil homie How could you trip lil homie I am the sh** lil homie,, Amen Me and lucci might get you wiped for a job Welcome to the mob (Hook)