Can't Say - Lil Poppa

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