No hay nadie más preparado que el jovencito de Inglewood

Supa Good

Inglewood

I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas

And I'm serious, period, no commas

Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama

And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no

Ain't a dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack

We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back

We can take a loss, we gon' get it right

We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah

I can be your boss, put game in your life, uh

Or you can spin your wheels, that chain off your bike

These n1ggas on they heels, they feignin' the fight

I'm here to feed my fam, they want they name in the lights

Dipped the paint in my pain and illustrated my plight

Gave it 'til I had nothing left, so I guess that I'm right

Writin' 'til I don't see no wrong, head to Rome on a flight

Then it's bon appétit, better not be no bone in my swai

Went from bologna sandwiches, listening to Thelonious

Gifted like homie had a B-day on replay

And grandma kissed him and said man of God

You was made to withstand the odds

Learn to play your cards, stay true to you, and take charge

I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas

And I'm serious, period, no commas

Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama

And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no

Ain't no dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack

We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back

We can take a loss, we gon' get it right

We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah

They buyin' everything in my city lights

Property value rising, they gon' gentrify

This ain't rocket science, here, let me simplify

We think we owners, but we only renters, why?

The system ain't broke, it's designed to keep us declinin'

Until we reach the bottom line and can't see the sky

Swimmin' in our misfortune, distortin' our vision and eyes glistenin' (Smoke, chill out)

Remember our fallen peers, they listenin' (Ayy, my n1gga, chill out, Smoke)

Sorry, my dear, they eat that venison (Ayy, n1gga, shut the fxck up)

With no remorse, resort to militance (N1gga, shut up, n1gga)

They'll shoot up a church, mosque, or that temple sh1t (N1gga, you tryna get us killed)

And we shoot up ourself, why everybody aimin' at a n1gga like me?

Brown skin, kinky hair, walkin' in my Nikes

Town sh1t, Inglewood 'bout to belong to whitey

Unless we buy this sh1t up and fry the sh1t up like snapper

Invest in our own society

I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas

And I'm serious, period, no commas

Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama

And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no

No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama

Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"

You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama

Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up

No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama

Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"

You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama

Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up

No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama

Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"

You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama

Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up (Gon' pay you back)