"Tell You Why" lyrics

I know these rap niggas don't like me
I could tell you why man...
Truthfully I really wouldn't give a fuck

Niggas wanna stop my reign
And I could tell you why
But niggas can't fuck wit my gang
And I could tell you why

'Cause we did it on our own
Had some niggas on
Left the throne
I could tell you why
Staring at my last zone
And I ain't goin' home 'til it's gone
I could tell you why

I could tell you...
I could tell you...
I could tell you why!
I could tell you...
I could tell you...
I could tell you why!

Ayo...
Now I was caught up in the streets and they sorta had me
But it ain't the money that keep my son and my daughter happy
Now I was crossed by some niggas I supported gladly
I was happy to support 'em, that's my point exactly
Now we was both on the corners, they had smaller baggies
I worked harder, grind smarter, now they wanna get at me
Is it 'cause my ambition for real?
These niggas playin', my hands itchin' for real
Nigga, them Instagram pictures for Reels
Brazil on the beach cookin' fish on the grill
If you never spent a mil, you'll never witness the feel
I told them niggas I'm busy, I really wish I could chill
Find what you seek, if you don't grind you don't eat
Blood-sucking niggas, they got the mind of a leech
Worried 'bout mine but nigga mine is complete
Went from droppin' straight cash but now I'm signin' receipts

Niggas wanna stop my reign
And I could tell you why
But niggas can't fuck wit my gang
And I could tell you why

'Cause we did it on our own
Had some niggas on
Left the throne
I could tell you why
Staring at my last zone
And I ain't goin' home 'til it's gone
I could tell you why

I could tell you...
I could tell you...
I could tell you why!
I could tell you...
I could tell you...
I could tell you why!

Ayo, I write 'bout my life so that make me the realest author
If you ain't from the streets you might feel I'm awkward
My bitches look better, they asses feel softer
Never thought that I'd deal with stalkers and pillow talkers
But I'm still gettin' bread so I kill 'em softer
I'm a foreign car parker and you still a walker
Now I'm walkin' with a clip thick as Mrs. Parker
'Nuff lead to turn his head into a pencil sharpener
Understand why they talk 'bout me
Got shooters outside the club, it's a walk-out fee
If you pay it, then you might get to walk out free
If you don't, then... last nigga caught 'bout three

I got a hundred for the lawyer, buck fifty for the bail
A quarter mil just in case someone go to jail
I'm a boss, I don't touch none of what I sell
Been eight summers since I seen a number on a scale

Niggas wanna stop my reign
And I could tell you why
But niggas can't fuck wit my gang
And I could tell you why

'Cause we did it on our own
Had some niggas on
Left the throne
I could tell you why
Staring at my last zone
And I ain't goin' home 'til it's gone
I could tell you why

I could tell you...
I could tell you...
I could tell you why!
I could tell you...
I could tell you...
I could tell you why!