Lyrics Can't Say - Lil Poppa

Can't Say

They sit on the outside looking in
Mama say, «Why you gone?
Boy, come home»
I’ll be grinding 'til I get a Benz
She told me look her in the eyes
But I’ll be lying if I ain’t hit her friend
I’ll be lying if I said sorry every time I commit a sin
But I’m sorry, no, I cannot do your party, you ain’t let my killers in
I’m good, probably chillin' with niggas you’ll never see again
The dead, I done smoked that boy so much
'Til it’s starting to fuck with my head
Had to pour up with my nigga
When the pain start fucking with his leg
Ain’t satisfied with his chain, nah, fuck it, I want a dread
His face ain’t worth a funeral so they gon' cremate him instead
I got camras around my crib, sleep with the choppa in the bed
Ain’t no alarm, you see rd
They wanna know why I’m still in the hood
Because I’m a shooting star
Heard he posted up like he good
Then send bullets through the car door
Don’t ask me why I get so high, baby
We ain’t promised tomorrow
But where we go when we die, baby
I can’t say that I know
But I know that you know that we know
It’s more to the story, shit deeper
And you do not fuck with them people
And I do not fuck with them neither
They say it’s cheaper to keep her, I’ma leave her, I don’t need her
They ain’t never believe me, they don’t believe in y’all neither
I’m steady ducking police, they don’t believe we all equal
Wonder how they’ll feel if we go to killing y’all people
She don’t like to lay with me at night but it’s okay, we all evil
She say she never took a life, ain’t here to judge, we all reapers
Think I need some more ice and some more drink, it’s all leaving
I got demons in my life, I’m telling God, it’s all creepy
Told my lil' sister don’t get blinded by no Insta', we all even
Teacher say, «Why you came to class without no pencil?»
'Cause I don’t need it
This ain’t what I need to succeed, I count money, I can read
I can’t stay away from outeast and they keep begging me to leave
They wanna know why I’m still in the hood
Because I’m a shooting star
Heard he posted up like he good
Then send bullets through the car door
Don’t ask me why I get so high, baby
We ain’t promised tomorrow
But where we go when we die, baby
I can’t say that I know
But I know that you know that we know
It’s more to the story, shit deeper
And you do not fuck with them people
And I do not fuck with them neither