No Joke (feat. Ab-Soul)

Stocks rocks and fertilize a neighborhoods for butter, butter

Black still, no mass, no tax gutter, gutter

Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover

Helicopters hover

Grab my strap, kiss my mother

Bust back, duck for cover

Hit the boundaries straight hunter

Main line, speak your mind

Where you from take your time

Bust a ****, no response

Rest a hater respirator

No response

Green light, go time

Where your block I know mine

So you know one time

Snitch ****, bitch ****

Re up with a seventh

'Cause that's all I could get, ****

Small time hustler

Me I'm just a governor

Hope my city fuck with me

Jungle shot through your jugular

Projects hold me down

A one customers

A one army guns

A one predators

Pigs yelling man down

Got the law scared of us

**** we ain't scared of nothin'

Break it down, show me somethin'

I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone, man

Burn you yo whole block down like propane

Over that cocaine tryna get more change

If you ain't know now you know, man

Slang gang cream rain sleep hell snow

Finna take another trip to the liquor store

The fiends wanna smoke and you could get smoked 'cause

These streets ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Back on my bullshit

Back on the blocks wiffin'

Get it off me I'm flippin

Gettin' off this car flippin'

Model bitch think I'm trickin'

Oh no, no go

W, oh no

Thirty bucks, more, more

What the fuck you thought this was?

All I know is doing me

Flyin' spray, doin' three

Gutter laying blowing tree

Homie, what you smokin' on?

I can get it dirt cheap

I can get it for the low

Hard rock or pure blow

I could show you how to whip it

Birdies giving off a show

Servin' quail in the kitchen

Remedy for mail tickets

Dope game real wicked

Some deals go sour

Real **** locked up

Snitched on by known cowards

OG told me that's life

Murders keep my stressed at night

My daughter keep me level headed

Reason why I sacrifice

Story of a real ****

This is how I feel, ****

Come between my peace of mind

Get your ass killed, ****

I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone, man

Burn you yo whole block down like propane

Over that cocaine tryna get more change

If you ain't know now you know, man

Slang gang cream rain sleep hell snow

Finna take another trip to the liquor store

The fiends wanna smoke and you could get smoked 'cause

These streets ain't no motherfuckin' joke

My momma told me tread softly

Gotta keep them feds off me

Gotta keep the guns on me

I know them motherfuckers want me

No, I gotta hold it down

No, I gotta run my town

No, tomorrow's never promised

No, I gotta get it now

No, I got a job to finish

No, I need stock to grow

No, I need Lord's forgiveness

No, I've been through obstacles

No, I gotta shit on ****

No, I gotta do my thing

Knowin' that I'm knee deep

Know the drama that it brings

No, I can't trust these hoes

No, I can't chase these bitches

No, I gotta chase this bread

No, I gotta push these bitches

No, I gotta push these trucks

No, I gotta paint these pictures

No, I gotta give it up

Know you better mind your business

No, I gotta stay silent

No, I can't fall for nothin'

No, I know hard times

No, I gotta stay humble

No, I gotta keep it gangster

No, you gotta come and get me

No, I gotta keep it pushin'

No, you can't fuck with me

I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone, man

Burn you yo whole block down like propane

Over that cocaine tryna get more change

If you ain't know now you know, man

Slang gang cream rain sleep hell snow

Finna take another trip to the liquor store

The fiends wanna smoke and you could get smoked 'cause

These streets ain't no motherfuckin' joke