Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Commas, artist - D Smoke. Album song Black Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, WoodWorks
Song language: English
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 lines |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 (Gon' pay you |
| back) |