Lyrics No Commas - D Smoke
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'
(Ayy,
my
nigga,
chill
out,
Smoke)
Sorry,
my
dear,
they
eat
that
venison
(Ayy,
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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