ES Tales

Jay Rock

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    Back in the projects
    Back in the projects
    I lost it all
    Now I'm back in the projects

    Big shots, hardcore drugs
    Everything crooked, what you thought this was?
    Steam pot, turned powder into rock
    Plan go sour, that's how you get got
    Aw shit, got it popping into bricks
    Part of playing cool, now it's time to get rich
    Keep in mind, never walk around block

    I can't get all of you in it

    All that back and forth gets me hot sometimes
    Wanna see somebody get locked up, just box one-time, shit
    Catch a fade, catch a fade, it ain't nothin'
    Get your head up, at the gym, bring your knuckles
    Look, I'm deep inside the projects where its bracken at
    You know the zip
    Where we take a quarter piece
    Flip it, tell the corner lit
    A1 yola, that fresh over the border shit
    Shoot outs and abortions, situations so unfortunate
    I knew a nigga, doing double digits, bust the head wide
    For another nigga, who's scared to rep his set right
    Now in solitary doing push ups by his bedside
    All he want is a green dot, this homie keeping himself fly
    Don't come around without your pass, niggas on they tip
    Zero tolerance on niggas money, niggas want they shit
    Don't start nothing without your blood, that's a one way trip
    Six feet under real life that's all gunplay is
    Yeah this that hood shit
    When young niggas on that misunderstood shit
    Jumping out of smoking rentals, k's with the wood grips
    Bitches for them bank statements and coming here to full split

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    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?
    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?
    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?
    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?

    I can't get all of you in it

    Niggas jaw-jacking, they ain't on that hood shit
    Bitch we 'bout that action, on that wish you would shit
    All red flags, swag on ten
    We ain't in the club, we can't get our goods in
    So we in the hood, let you wasters look grim
    One time circling for colors of your skin
    Black lives matter out here, no way
    Cops get promotions while the family gotta pray
    It's fucked up
    Can't explain babies all in a dump truck
    It's all about that money mane, miss me with that Trump stuff
    Tryna make a dollar outta fifteen, don't get fucked up
    You're shaking the bag, get a buck then you lucked up
    You faking, you mad, you got a issue, you get fucked up
    Get laid on yo' ass, you feeling bad your blunt's crushed up
    We in the set, just bickin' it like the cosbys
    Tryna get dope, live happy days like chachi
    If you get a call from papi that's like Jesus calling
    All you do is execute, next ten seasons ballin'
    You can get the world, stay loyal, why you even trip?

    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?
    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?
    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?
    Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch?

    I can't get all of you in it

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    Composition: Johnny Reed McKinzie, Travis Walton, and Aaron Booe

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