ES Tales - Jay Rock

(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

Play go sour, that’s how you get got

Oooh shit, got it popping into bricks

Part of playing cool, now it’s time to get rich

Keep in mind, never walk around block

All that back and forth gets me high 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 corner 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…

For another nigga, who’s scared to rep his set right

Now in solitary doing push ups by his bedside

All you 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

That is 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

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?

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

Niggas jaw-jacking, they ain’t on that hood shit

Bitch we 'bout that action, on that wish you would shit

All red flegs, 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 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 poppy 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?

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