No Commas – D Smoke – letras

No hay nadie mas preparado que el jovencito de InglewoodSuper good, InglewoodI told ’em I’m the one for the job, no commasAnd I’m serious, period, no commasWanna enjoy my family and my friends with no dramaStack till I’m delirious, period (No)Ain’t no dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jackWe can take a loss, we gon’ get it right backWe can take a loss, we gon’ get it rightWe can take a loss, we gon’ get it rightI can be your boss put [?] in your life, uhOr you can spin your wheels, that chain off you bikeThese niggas on they heels, they faintin’ the fightI’m here to feed my fam, they want they name in the lightsDeep the paint in my pain and illustrated my [?]Gave it till I had nothing left so I guess that I’m rightWritting till I don’t see no wrong, get to Romo on a flightThen it’s « Bon appetit », better not be no bone in my [?]Went from bolognese sandwhiches, listen to the [?]Gifted like homie had a [?] on replayAnd grandma kissed the [?]He was made to attain the [?]Learn to play your cards, stay true to you and touch upI told ’em I’m the one for the job, no commasAnd I’m serious, period, no commasWanna enjoy my family and my friends with no dramaStack till I’m delirious, period (No)Ain’t no dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jackWe can take a loss, we gon’ get it right backWe can take a loss, we gon’ get it rightWe can take a loss, we gon’ get it rightThey buyin’ everything in my city lightsProperty values rising, they gon’ gentrifyThis ain’t rocket science, here let me simplifyWe think we owners but we only renters, what?The system main broke his design and keepers declineAnd until we reach the bottom line, they can’t see the skySwimmin’ in the our misfortune, the [?] and our vision [?] glistennin’ (Smoke chill out)Remember our fallen peers, they listennin’ (Hey my nigga, chill out Smoke)[?] they eat that [?] (Hey, nigga, shut the fuck up)With no remorse, resort to millitance (Nigga, shut up, nigga)They shoot up the church, maskin’ that [?] shit (Hey, you tryna get us killed?)And we shoot up ourself, why every body aimin’ at a nigga like me?Brown skin, kinky hair, walkin’ in my NikeTown shit, Inglewood ’bout to belong to whiteUnless we buy the shit up and fry the shit up like [?] and invest in our own societyI told ’em I’m the one for the job, no commasAnd I’m serious, period, no commasWanna enjoy my family and my friends with no dramaStack till I’m delirious, period (No)No commas, no dramaWord to [?] , ObamaMama [?] , oh no te preoccupe me, oh you got itYou buy the plug and I don’t know you, en la tierra [?]Just keep on giving ’em cuts, con las tierras, you come upNo commas, no dramaWord to [?] , ObamaMama [?] , oh no te preoccupe me, oh you got itYou buy the plug and I don’t know you, en la tierra [?]Just keep on giving ’em cuts, con las tierras, you come upNo commas, no dramaWord to [?] , ObamaMama [?] , oh no te preoccupe me, oh you got itYou buy the plug and I don’t know you, en la tierra [?]Just keep on giving ’em cuts, con las tierras, you come upGon’ pay you back