Es Tales Lyrics - 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 

Playin' 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 

I can't get all of you in it 

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All that back and forth gets me hot sometimes 

Wanna see somebody get locked 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 its bracken at 

You know the zip 

Where we take a quarter 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 wide 

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 

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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? 

I can't get all of you in it 

Niggas jaw-jacking, 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, 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 that 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 papi 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? 

I can't get all of you in it...