No Commas

No hay nadie más preparado que el jovencito de Inglewood Supa Good Inglewood I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas And I'm serious, period, no commas Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (no), no Ain't a dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back We can take a loss, we gon' get it right We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah I can be your boss, put game in your life, uh Or you can spin your wheels, that chain off your bike These niggas on they heels, they feignin' the fight I'm here to feed my fam, they want they name in the lights Dipped the paint in my pain and illustrated my plight Gave it 'til I had nothing left, so I guess that I'm right Writin' 'til I don't see no wrong, head to Rome on a flight Then it's bon appétit, better not be no bone in my swai Went from bologna sandwiches, listening to Thelonious Gifted like homie had a B-day on replay And grandma kissed him and said man of God You was made to withstand the odds Learn to play your cards, stay true to you, and take charge I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas And I'm serious, period, no commas Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (no), no Ain't no dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back We can take a loss, we gon' get it right We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah They buyin' everything in my city lights Property value rising, they gon' gentrify This ain't rocket science, here, let me simplify We think we owners, but we only renters, why? The system ain't broke, it's designed to keep us declinin' Until we reach the bottom line and can't see the sky Swimmin' in our misfortune, distortin' our vision and eyes glistenin' (smoke, chill out) Remember our fallen peers, they listenin' (ay, my nigga, chill out, Smoke) Sorry, my dear, they eat that venison (ay, nigga, shut the fuck up) With no remorse, resort to militance (nigga, shut up, nigga) They'll shoot up a church, mosque, or that temple shit (nigga, you tryna get us killed) And we shoot up ourself, why everybody aimin' at a nigga like me? Brown skin, kinky hair, walkin' in my Nikes Town shit, Inglewood 'bout to belong to whitey Unless we buy this shit up and fry the shit up like snapper Invest in our own society I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas And I'm serious, period, no commas Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (no), no No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, " you got it You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama Mama dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, " you got it You 'bout to blow they high, don't know you're en la tierra Osama Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama Mama dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, " you got it You 'bout to blow they high, don't know you're en la tierra Osama Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up (gon' pay you back)

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