No Commas (Explicit)
D Smoke"No Commas (Explicit)" is a song by D Smoke, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:51 long and contains 64 lines and 625 words.
Lyrics
0:01No hay nadie más preparado que el jovencito de Inglewood
0:06Supa Good
0:09Inglewood
0:10I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas
0:13And I'm serious, period, no commas
0:15Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
0:18And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no
0:21Ain't a dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack
0:24We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back
0:26We can take a loss, we gon' get it right
0:29We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah
0:32I can be your boss, put game in your life, uh
0:35Or you can spin your wheels, that chain off your bike
0:37These n1ggas on they heels, they feignin' the fight
0:40I'm here to feed my fam, they want they name in the lights
0:43Dipped the paint in my pain and illustrated my plight
0:45Gave it 'til I had nothing left, so I guess that I'm right
0:48Writin' 'til I don't see no wrong, head to Rome on a flight
0:51Then it's bon appétit, better not be no bone in my swai
0:53Went from bologna sandwiches, listening to Thelonious
0:56Gifted like homie had a B-day on replay
0:58And grandma kissed him and said man of God
1:00You was made to withstand the odds
1:02Learn to play your cards, stay true to you, and take charge
1:04I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas
1:07And I'm serious, period, no commas
1:10Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
1:12And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no
1:16Ain't no dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack
1:19We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back
1:21We can take a loss, we gon' get it right
1:24We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah
1:27They buyin' everything in my city lights
1:29Property value rising, they gon' gentrify
1:32This ain't rocket science, here, let me simplify
1:35We think we owners, but we only renters, why?
1:37The system ain't broke, it's designed to keep us declinin'
1:40Until we reach the bottom line and can't see the sky
1:43Swimmin' in our misfortune, distortin' our vision and eyes glistenin' (Smoke, chill out)
1:46Remember our fallen peers, they listenin' (Ayy, my n1gga, chill out, Smoke)
1:49Sorry, my dear, they eat that venison (Ayy, n1gga, shut the fxck up)
1:52With no remorse, resort to militance (N1gga, shut up, n1gga)
1:54They'll shoot up a church, mosque, or that temple sh1t (N1gga, you tryna get us killed)
1:57And we shoot up ourself, why everybody aimin' at a n1gga like me?
2:01Brown skin, kinky hair, walkin' in my Nikes
2:04Town sh1t, Inglewood 'bout to belong to whitey
2:06Unless we buy this sh1t up and fry the sh1t up like snapper
2:09Invest in our own society
2:10I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas
2:13And I'm serious, period, no commas
2:15Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
2:18And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no
2:21No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
2:24Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"
2:26You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
2:29Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up
2:32No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
2:35Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"
2:37You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
2:40Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up
2:43No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
2:45Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"
2:48You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
2:51Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up (Gon' pay you back)
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 n1ggas 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 n1gga, chill out, Smoke) Sorry, my dear, they eat that venison (Ayy, n1gga, shut the fxck up) With no remorse, resort to militance (N1gga, shut up, n1gga) They'll shoot up a church, mosque, or that temple sh1t (N1gga, you tryna get us killed) And we shoot up ourself, why everybody aimin' at a n1gga like me? Brown skin, kinky hair, walkin' in my Nikes Town sh1t, Inglewood 'bout to belong to whitey Unless we buy this sh1t up and fry the sh1t 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)
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