Troy Ave Why God Nadine (feat. Trapboy Freddy)
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Why, why God do it go this way
I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay
But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears
Why the good dying young, why [?]
Why, why God do it go this way
I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay
But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears
Why the good dying young, why [?]
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
It's a pretty little chick I met on avenue J
At a spot called Spas, this was back in the day
She said her name was Nadine, I started calling her Nay
Once I put her on a team she started calling me bae, okay
Moving on, moving thongs now it's getting special
I can't liе I felt yo ass ever sincе I met you
We argued it was stressful
I ran the streets I left you
We reconnected every so often on every level
She made me green gandules beans for the first time
That's why I love her through the worst times
My homegirl Nadine was diagnosed with cancer
It's super rare so the 'Doc ain't really got an answer, damn
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Why, why God do it go this way
I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay
But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears
Why the good dying young, why [?]
Why, why God do it go this way
I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay
But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears
Why the good dying young, why [?]
[Verse 2: Trap Boy Freddy]
I'm sick of asking God why, why me though (why me though)
I changed my life for the better you know how I been on (how I been on)
I done lost two or three partners man they been gone (they been gone)
I got 'bout four or five bitches left the shit on (goddamn)
Okay I tell you this (I tell you this)
If I storm Hudson today bet they can't say sell you this (sell you this)
Even if I did I wouldn't even say shit (nah)
They say the good die young so we [?]
But where we from we sell dope nigga all night long (yeah)
I lost my [?] (uh)
I still need me some answers (uh)
Had me locked down in shockers (ah)
I was selling weed that wasn't enough, I need it faster
I never met my daddy so they labeled me a bastard
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
Why, why God do it go this way
I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay
But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears
Why the good dying young, why [?]
Why, why God do it go this way
I know we ain't 'suppose to question 'bout who go and who stay
But I got thoughts and I send prayers and every loss I shed tears
Why the good dying young, why [?]