[Hook]
I don't know why I turned out to be the bad son
I don't know why I couldn't be the perfect grandson
I don't know why the feds telling me to put my hands up
I don't know why I'm in the trap with a thousand grams up

[Verse 1]
I don't know why these man hate from the same estate
I don't know why I'm licking moves, I got the baitest face
I don't know why I'm sipping lean till I can't feel my face
Hotted up the dinger, I don't know why I still ain't changed the plates
These man are wifing hoes and I don't know why
And these friends turn to foes and I don't know why
Designer head to toе but you're broke oh why?
I don't know how thesе man get a boost online
I don't know how my girl lied when she looked in my eyes
I don't know why a paedo don't get sentenced for life
I don't know why these nitties trying but can't put down a pipe
I don't know why I got all this anger inside
When man get shot I don't know why they snitch
When man see money I don't know why they switch
I put my all in this, I'm fighting like an activist
Really need some therapy, psycho analysis

[Hook]
I don't know why I turned out to be the bad son
I don't know why I couldn't be the perfect grandson
I don't know why the feds telling me to put my hands up
I don't know why I'm in the trap with a thousand grams up
[Verse 2]
I couldn't tell you why they gave B a fourteen year bird
I couldn't tell you why W's in jail mashing work
I couldn't tell you why all the mandem going berserk
Done too many lurks, turn the block into purge
I don't know how I'm at the Syrian border
Feeding refugees overseas during corona
I was just in Brum town, cruising in a roller
How am I well known but still feel like a loner?
I don't know how they can say I don't live what I rap
Now the block don't know I really came up off crack
Like I weren't in college when I bought me a strap
Certain man moving shady, I don't know how to react
Am I useful or being used? I don't know
Traumatised by what I seen, can't let it go
I don't know why they compare me
I speak on a beat like a G, I got the throne on my own

[Hook]
I don't know why I turned out to be the bad son
I don't know why I couldn't be the perfect grandson
I don't know why the feds telling me to put my hands up
I don't know why I'm in the trap with a thousand grams up