Jay Rock - ES Tales [MV]

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

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

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?

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, 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?

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