Troy Ave - Why lyrics

[Refrain] Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? [Verse 1] b**h a** n***as bring my name up a lot I guess its cause a n***a really came up a lot I'm so f**ing hood I took the name from my block DopeBoy Troy I cook c**aine up a lot Selling whole keys I am not these rap n***as Came in this game rich that's a fact n***a Clear to see I really live what I rap n***a Rappers taking shots but I really clap n***as Really in the hood driving 6 figure foreigns Really pay cash not with that owing or borrowing He ain't get a rollie 'til he got a deal n***a I bought me some rollies off the d** I deal n***a And I iced it out so b**h respectful it's a [?] I'm a young OG thats f**ing OG n***a's daughters And they must respect it because they feel so n***a in that p**y might as well be a real one I got children two sons Roro and Renso New guns who wanna get hit with an extendo Busting at these bird a** n***as like Nintendo I play in Versace I'm done wearing that corny Kenzo [Hook] Why these rap n***as be on dick, why? Why they like a b**h? Why they jumping clique to clique, why? Why they faking pumps? Why I'm really with the sh**? Why am I so real, why? Why I'm really rich, really rich? Why these rap n***as be on dick, why? Why they like a b**h? Why they jumping clique to clique, why? Why they faking pumps? Why I'm really with the sh**? Why am I so real, why? Why I'm really rich? [Refrain] Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? [Verse 2] I be taking guns out the hands of s**ers Ankle bracelet on me man this sh** ain't justice Bullet holes in me but I'm physically painless Don't come around me if you ain't with it, I'm dangerous Look up to the sky and I pray to the lord I don't look up to none of these rappers they frauds I bought a new crib 'bout to buy me a spur I just bought big, betting points on the spurs Bought my b**h a watch and a nice lil coat Soon as the weather great I'ma buy me a boat Bullet in my head still ain't f** up the wave It hurt to get a fade so I grew me some braids Balmain pants on me take 'em off f** a b**h Diamonds dance on me cause I'm black and I'm rich They telling lies on me saying a real n***a snitched My reply only eat a real n***a dick Look, n***as jumping clique to clique, disgusting n***as pumping but they b**h, don't trust them Me I get a lot of chips, so I'm ruffling The feathers on these bird a** n***as, f** 'em I'm the self-made, self-paid dope boy, jefe, Troy Ave Coming up out the city letting lead spray Self-made, self-paid, dope boy, jefe, Troy Ave Coming up out the city letting lead spray [Hook] Why these rap n***as be on dick? Why they like a b**h? Why they jumping clique to clique? Why they faking pumps? Why I'm really with the sh**? Why am I so real, why? Why I'm really rich, really rich? Why these rap n***as be on dick? Why they like a b**h? Why they jumping clique to clique? Why they faking pumps? Why I'm really with the sh**? Why am I so real, why? Why I'm really rich? [Refrain] Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?