Nobody's Smiling

[Common:]

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 nigga, ain't no options

Niggaz sellin on the block like an auction

Dig into my pockets, see a profit

Where the money and the bitches 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

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

[Malik Yusef:]

Face on T-shirts with no #hashtags

Just big-ass trash bags tagged hash

Out here, shit 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 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 shit 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