[Intro]
Por qué lo llevaste señor?
No sé por qué
Por que
Por que

[Verse]
When I die, I need a hundred bitches to call my phone
When I die, I need my babygirl to come back home
When I die, I hope (inaudible) gon' take my throne
Oh yeah, when I die, I hope my momma get to read that poem
When I die, I just want my father to apologize
When I die, I hope my ex don't uncover my lies
When I die, I wonder if Que gonna live through me
Before I die, somebody tell Sango that I need that beat
See, I'm just crazy n***a who found out how to live life sober
See, I ain't have to smoke no ganja, I just told a bitch to come over
That's a problem all in itself, yeah n***a, man, I need some help
Who taught me to be that n***a?
Nobody, I'm that n***a all by myself