Jay Rock - ES Tales lyrics

[Jay Rock - ES Tales lyrics]

Back in the projects back in the projects
I lost it all, all, all, all
Now I'm back in the projects
I can't get all of you in it

Big slugs, hardcore drugs
Everything crooked
What you thought this was?
Steam pot, turned powder into rock
Plan go sour, that's how you get got
Aww shit, got it poppin' into bricks
Part of playing cool now it's
Time to get rich
Keep in mind, never walk 'round blind
I can't get all of you in it

All that back and forth gets me hot sometimes
Wanna see somebody get knocked out
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 it's brackin' at you know the zip
Where we take a quarter piece, flip it
'til the corner lit
A1 yola, that fresh over the border shit
Shoot outs and abortions
Situations so unfortunate
I knew a nigga, doin' double digit's
Bust the head wide
For another nigga who's scared to
Rep his set right now in solitary
Doin' push ups by his bedside
All he want is a Green Dot
His homie keepin' 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 blower
That's a one way trip
Six feet under, real life
That's all gunplay is that is that hood shit
When young niggas on that misunderstood shit
Jumpin' out of smokin' rentals
Ks with the wood grips
Bitches for them bank statements will come
And hit a full split 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, lituations look grim
One time circlin' 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 it's shake in the bag
Get a bud then you lucked up
You fakin', 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 callin'
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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