Nobody's Smiling Lyrics
| Song | Nobody's Smiling |
| Artist | Common |
| Album | Nobody's Smiling |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Common:] | |
| I'm from Chicago, nobody’s smiling | |
| *****z 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 *****, ain't no options | |
| *****z sellin on the block like an auction | |
| Dig into my pockets, see a profit | |
| Where the money and the *****es 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 | |
| [Common:] | |
| 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 | |
| *****z 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, *****z 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 | |
| [Malik Yusef:] | |
| Face on T-*******rts with no #hashtags | |
| Just big-ass trash bags tagged hash | |
| Out here, *******t been trill | |
| Fake-ass 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 publi*******ng 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 *******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 |
| Common: | |
| I' m from Chicago, nobody' s smiling | |
| z 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 , ain' t no options | |
| z sellin on the block like an auction | |
| Dig into my pockets, see a profit | |
| Where the money and the es 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 | |
| Common: | |
| 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 | |
| z 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, z 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 outofbody.. experience | |
| Malik Yusef: | |
| Face on T rts with no hashtags | |
| Just bigass trash bags tagged hash | |
| Out here, t been trill | |
| Fakeass 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 twothrees, 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 publi ng 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 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 headon collision affects both riders the most | |
| G. O. O. D. Music in the building | |
| Yeah we got ghost writers, they just actually ghosts |
| Common: | |
| I' m from Chicago, nobody' s smiling | |
| z 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 , ain' t no options | |
| z sellin on the block like an auction | |
| Dig into my pockets, see a profit | |
| Where the money and the es 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 | |
| Common: | |
| 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 | |
| z 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, z 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 outofbody.. experience | |
| Malik Yusef: | |
| Face on T rts with no hashtags | |
| Just bigass trash bags tagged hash | |
| Out here, t been trill | |
| Fakeass 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 twothrees, 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 publi ng 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 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 headon collision affects both riders the most | |
| G. O. O. D. Music in the building | |
| Yeah we got ghost writers, they just actually ghosts |
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