Some things just don't make sense

Look

Why do we cry when rappers die

But we love when they glorify murder while they alive? (Yeah)

Why do we say that we love one another

Then turn around and backstab our brother? (Uh)

Why do we claim that we cherish our sisters

Then disrespect them and call 'em all— (You know what's said)

Why do we cry when rappers die (Yeah)

But we love when they glorify murder while they alive? (True story)

Maybe I'm a hypocrite, maybe I'm not

I'm at my best friend's funeral, in the parking lot

Inside of my whip, and I'm bumping murder music

He just got shot and this the soundtrack to it

I'm sad he's dead, but I got these rhymes in my head

The music sound great, but the Bible just said

It's life and it's death in the power of the tongue

Proverbs 18:21, I'm not done

I shed tears when we buried him, I really cried

But this was different than a song 'cause he really died

These people making music making murder glorified

What I look like having them in my top five?

I bought into a lie and now I feel like a fool

Just because everybody bumped it at my middle school

We could use these Pro Tools to drop jewels

But from the beats to the streets, we made murdering cool

We 'come foolish

Why do we cry when rappers die

But we love when they glorify murder while they alive? (Yeah)

Why do we say that we love one another

Then turn around and backstab our brother? (Uh)

Why do we claim that we cherish our sisters

Then disrespect them and call 'em all— (You know what's said)

Why do we cry when rappers die

But we love when they glorify murder while they alive? (Yeah)

We don't like when planes crash, so we make sure they got working parts

Flown by pilots that graduated school to prove they're smart

We don't like fatalities when cars collide

So we make people wear seatbelts, and they're not allowed to drink and drive

Well, do we like when rappers die?

'Cause when we see 'em glorifying murder, we don't try

To step in and intervene, which label gon' get their rappers some therapy

Toxicity is more profitable, so they'd rather let 'em be

And loyalty is just a figment of imagination

Don't forgot how Judas backstabbed Jesus, and Peter played him

Denied Him one, two, three times

The Internet love to see people beefing, I'm just holding up my peace sign

Everybody throw up your peaces

And while we at it, this is for the sisters, mothers, aunties and nieces

See, we gotta respect y'all, I know we can do better

Let's love our women forever 'cause we'll go further together

Why do we cry when rappers die

But we love when they glorify murder while they alive? (Yeah)

Why do we say that we love one another

Then turn around and backstab our brother? (Uh)

Why do we claim that we cherish our sisters

Then disrespect them and call 'em all— (You know what's said)

Why do we cry when rappers die

But we love when they glorify murder while they alive?

I'm sending love to everybody

You hearing this for a reason

That ain't Hip-Hop, nah

That's Hipocritical Hop