Nobody's Smiling (Album Version|Explicit)

Nobody's Smiling (Album Version|Explicit) - Common/Malik Yusef

I'm from Chicago nobody's smiling

Niggaz 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 ni**a ain't no options

Niggaz sellin on the block like an auction

Dig into my pockets see a profit

Where the money and the b**ches is

Where the gods is

Godfathers in the lodges at the spot

Holdin money like a hostage

She went ostrich from the projects with posture

I draw with the goddess like an artist

Gettin paper with no margins money gods

I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin yo

In the Chi ain't a damn thing funny

Thinkin of ways to get money

Drive down Lake Shore

Schemin how to make more

If we ain't eatin together

What is this cake for

Ain't nobody givin it that's what we take for

Niggaz is broke what I need a break for

Glaciers of ice lasers and lice

Let the chains glow heavy we paid for 'em twice

Made for the life ball out like we out of bounds

Bars and guns niggaz got a lot of rounds

Trippin like you from out of town

The fo'-pound'll leave you

On the ground without a sound

Ain't no fathers 'round

Sons of Anarchy

Fightin 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

Face on T-shirts with no hashtags

Just big-a** trash bags tagged hash

Out here sh*t been trill

Fake-a** 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 fo'-fives

Tryna get to two-threes the 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 drillin 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 sh*t up

Most of them can't e'en moonwalk

My lil' cousin Bump J don't know

What he did when he introduced that goon talk

Is there a Scarface castin 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 rappin to you

Lookin 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