Letra da Música No Commas de D Smoke

No hay nadie mas preparado que el jovencito de Inglewood
Super 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
Stack till I'm delirious, period (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

I can be your boss put [?] in your life, uh
Or you can spin your wheels, that chain off you bike
These niggas on they heels, they faintin' the fight
I'm here to feed my fam, they want they name in the lights
Deep the paint in my pain and illustrated my [?]
Gave it till I had nothing left so I guess that I'm right
Writting till I don't see no wrong, get to Romo on a flight
Then it's "Bon appetit", better not be no bone in my [?]
Went from bolognese sandwhiches, listen to the [?]
Gifted like homie had a [?] on replay
And grandma kissed the [?]
He was made to attain the [?]
Learn to play your cards, stay true to you and touch up

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
Stack till I'm delirious, period (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

They buyin' everything in my city lights
Property values rising, they gon' gentrify
This ain't rocket science, here let me simplify
We think we owners but we only renters, what?
The system main broke his design and keepers decline
And until we reach the bottom line, they can't see the sky
Swimmin' 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 Nike
Town shit, Inglewood 'bout to belong to white
Unless we buy the shit up and fry the shit up like [?] and 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
Stack till I'm delirious, period (No)

No commas, no drama
Word to [?] , Obama
Mama [?] , oh no te preoccupe me, oh you got it
You buy the plug and I don't know you, en la tierra [?]
Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tierras, you come up
No commas, no drama
Word to [?] , Obama
Mama [?] , oh no te preoccupe me, oh you got it
You buy the plug and I don't know you, en la tierra [?]
Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tierras, you come up
No commas, no drama
Word to [?] , Obama
Mama [?] , oh no te preoccupe me, oh you got it
You buy the plug and I don't know you, en la tierra [?]
Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tierras, you come up
Gon' pay you back