ES Tales

(Back in these projects)

(Back in these projects)

(I lost it all)

(Now I'm back in these projects)

Mix drugs, hardcore drugs

Everything cookin', what you thought this was?

Scheme, plot, turn powder into rock

Playin', go sour, that's how you get got

Ah, shit, got it poppin' in the bricks

Part of playin' cool, now it's time to get rich

Keep in mind that we'll 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 barkin' at you, you know the zip

Where we take a quarter piece, flip it till the corner lit

A-1 Yola, that fresh over the border shit

Shootouts and abortions, situations so unfortunate

I knew a **** doin' double digits, bust a head wide

For another **** who's scared to rep his set right

Now it's solitary, doin' pushups by his bedside

All he want is a green dot, this homie keepin' himself fly

Don't come around without your past, **** on they tip

Zero tolerance on **** money, **** want they shit

Don't start nothin' without your blood, that's a one-way trip

Six feet under, real life, that's all gunplay is

Yeah, that's that hood shit with young **** on that misunderstood shit

Jumpin' outta smokin' rentals, Ks with the wood grips

Bitches 'fore them bank statements, so 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

**** jaw jackin', 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, why the family gotta pray?

It's fucked up, I can't explain, baby's all in a dump truck

It's all about that money, mane, miss me with that Trump stuff

Tryna make a dollar out of fifteen, don't get fucked up

There's shake in the bag, you'll get a buck, then you lucked up

You fake and you mad, you got a issue, you'll get fucked up

Get laid on your ass, you feelin' bad, your blunt's crushed up

We in the set, just bickin' it like the Cosby's

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)