ES Tales

[Intro] Back in the projects Back in the projects I lost it all, all, all, all Now I'm back in the projects I can't get all of you in it [Bridge] Big shots, hardcore drugs Everything crooked, what you thought this was? Steam pot, turned powder into rock Plan go sour, that's how you get got Aww shit, got it poppin' into bricks Part of playing cool now it's time to get rich Keep in mind, never walk 'round blind I can't get all of you in it [Verse 1] 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 brackin' at, you know the zip Where we take a quarter piece, flip it, 'til the corner lit A1 yola, that fresh over the border shit Shoot outs and abortions, situations so unfortunate I knew a nigga, doin' double digits, bust the head wide For another nigga, who's scared to rep his set right Now in solitary, doin' push ups by his bedside All he want is a Green Dot, his homie keepin' 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 blower, 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 Jumpin' out of smokin' rentals, Ks with the wood grips Bitches for them bank statements will come and hit a full split Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch? [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] 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, lituations look grim One time circlin' 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 It's shake in the bag, get a bud then you lucked up You fakin', 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 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? [Chorus] 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