Why They Worried

They raise the price on my head
Why they want me dead
Cuz I came up in my own
Reason why I stay strong
Through them cloudy day
Never break an never fold
Ten toes down
An I put that on my soul

They must be worried
About a young nigga

Like why they worried
About a young nigga

They must be worried
About a young nigga

(They raised the price on my head yea they want me dead)

I'm applying that pressure on a daily
I know my opps hate me
I hustle hard
One of the reason why they hate me
Well I'm just work with
The blessings god gave me
I Seen the hardest nigga fold an wrote a 10 minute statement
But I know a quiet nigga
Who do walk up like he Jason
Say no words walk up
An just face him
They gave that boy 55 years
An they blame it
On his big homie
Instead of goin to school
He was giving niggas the blues
Only 17
Listen to the penitentiary blues
I remember all the hell that we been through
Cuz Everyday it's a struggle
But that's ain't new
It's a gamble for you life

They must be worried
About a young nia

Like why they worried
About a young nia

They must be worried
About a young nia

(they raised the price on my head yea they want me dead)

I been hustling day an night
Maybe the reason why
A youngin can't sleep at night
I got Wokeasa in my cup
I'm not thinking right
But If I catch him out of bound
He gone die tonight
Because we ride on our enemies
Black Jeep
4 deep
You might Lose your life
So you bet not blink
I'm Just a young nigga
Who really from the streets
Black mask
An black gun
We really finna creep

They raise the price on my head
Why they want me dead
Cuz I came up in my own
Reason why I stay strong
Through them cloudy day
Never break an never fold
Ten toes down
An I put that on my soul

They must be worried
About a young nia

Like why they worried
About a young nia

They must be worried
About a young nia

(they raised the price on my head yea they want me dead)



Credits
Writer(s): Dre Powell
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