Lost Souls Meechy Darko (Ft. Busta Rhymes & Denzel Curry)

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
I am like any other lost soul, that's the reason I get low
Hell stay hot, but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason I can't fold, I am

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Money talks, wealth whispers
I drop gems, spit hot bars that melt niggas
The hell-driven earth shaker, scale tipper
How come the good dry up, but the evil still spillin'?
Welcomе to the dark side wherе it get real different
Lettin' off my chopper in the sky and hope that God feel it
For my lost niggas, beware of back stabbers
Energy bandits and thought stealers
Cold blooded, of course my heart been frostbitten
Money, power, addiction and sex, them all killers
Lick off triggers, twin Glocks, stiff them up, double-cross niggas
Rather die a hundred times before I take a loss, tell 'em

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
God, tell me why the real ones die
Tell me why I still get high
Tell me why I feel much pain but I still won't cry
Tell me why the streets on fire
I am like any other lost soul, that's the reason I get low
Hell stay hot, but tell me why the world so cold
Only reason I can't fold, I