TrapBoy Freddy - Why God Nadine lyrics

[Chorus: Troy Ave] Why, why God do it go this way I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears Why the good dying young, why [?] Why, why God do it go this way I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears Why the good dying young, why [?] [Verse 1: Troy Ave] It's a pretty little chick I met on avenue J At a spot called Spas, this was back in the day She said her name was Nadine, I started calling her Nay Once I put her on a team she started calling me bae, okay Moving on, moving thongs now it's getting special I can't liе I felt yo ass ever sincе I met you We argued it was stressful I ran the streets I left you We reconnected every so often on every level She made me green gandules beans for the first time That's why I love her through the worst times My homegirl Nadine was diagnosed with cancer It's super rare so the 'Doc ain't really got an answer, damn [Chorus: Troy Ave] Why, why God do it go this way I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears Why the good dying young, why [?] Why, why God do it go this way I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears Why the good dying young, why [?] [Verse 2: Trap Boy Freddy] I'm sick of asking God why, why me though (why me though) I changed my life for the better you know how I been on (how I been on) I done lost two or three partners man they been gone (they been gone) I got 'bout four or five b*tches left the sh*t on (goddamn) Okay I tell you this (I tell you this) If I storm Hudson today bet they can't say sell you this (sell you this) Even if I did I wouldn't even say sh*t (nah) They say the good die young so we [?] But where we from we sell dope ni**a all night long (yeah) I lost my [?] (uh) I still need me some answers (uh) Had me locked down in shockers (ah) I was selling weed that wasn't enough, I need it faster I never met my daddy so they labeled me a ba*tard [Chorus: Troy Ave] Why, why God do it go this way I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears Why the good dying young, why [?] Why, why God do it go this way I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears Why the good dying young, why [?]