Nobody's Smiling Lyrics - Nobody's Smiling - Common

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

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I'm from Chicago, nobody's smiling 

Niggas wyling on Stoney Island 

Where the chief and the president come from 

Pop out, pop pills, pop guns 

On the deck when the ops come 

Pop some, ops run 

This ain't a game nigga, ain't no options 

Nigga selling on the block like an auction 

Dig into my pockets, see a profit 

Where the money and the bitches is where the guys is 

Godfathers in the lodges, at the spot holding money like a hostage 

She went ostrich, from the projects with posture 

I draw with the goddess like an artist 

Getting paper with no margins, money gods 

I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin 

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They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

In the Chi ain't a damn thing funny 

Thinking of ways to get money 

Drive down Lake Shore, scheming how to make more 

If we ain't eating together what is this cake for? 

Ain't nobody giving it, that's what we take for 

Niggas is broke, what I need to brake for 

Glaciers of ice, lazers and lice 

Let the chains glow heavy, we paid for 'em twice 

Made for the life, fall out like we out of bounds 

Bars and guns, niggas got a lot of rounds 

Tripping like you from out of town 

The four pound will leave you on the ground without a sound 

Ain't no fathers round, sons of anarchy 

Fighting attempts, trafficking, and grand larceny 

At the party with the thots with the extra body 

I'm in the inner city, it's an out of body experience 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

They don't stop 

Getting their trap 

Hand in the pot 

Baby that'll do it 

Face on T-shirts with no hashtags 

Just big ass trash bags tagged hash 

Out here been trill 

Fake ass gangster, quick to take a fag's cash 

Five versus six, Star Wars 

No stickers, real bullet holes in car doors 

Out of ten people that was shot, 7 ate 9's 

Two trey 8's, and one 45 

Tryna get to 23, numbers game 

Then here come the fame 

But they won't say no names 

Are these celebrities way too shy to be loyal to the town 

I take my publishing check and spread my royalties around 

Popes, bishops, disciples, stones 

Counts, princes, lords, queens and kings 

They drilling on my land but ain't no oil to be found 

I might be part of the problem 

I guess they just tryna prove they can back that shit up 

Most of them can't even moonwalk 

My little cousin Bump J don't know what he did when he introduced that goon talk 

Is there a Scarface casting at the crib I don't know about? 

So many shortys have tried out for the role 

That's why he slide out and ride out with the pole 

Now I see how my daddy felt the dark day he discovered that black power didn't keep the lights on 

Right on, the dearly departed still rapping to you 

Looking for some yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to write on 

How long will they mourn me after I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone 

A crash, a head on collision affects both riders the most 

G.O.O.D. music in the building, yeah we got ghost writers 

They just actually ghosts