Common - Nobody's Smiling Album Lyrics

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The Neighborhood

[Intro: James Fauntleroy]
Thousand lives ago
We were young and we didn't know
We were trading our crowns for our souls
Made the sacrifice
Headed back to the light
But be careful don't drown in the gold
I know it glows but it's cold

[Sample]
I'm from the other side of town
Out of bounds
To anybody who don't live around
I never learned to share or how to care
I never had no teachings about being fair

[Verse 1: Common]
Have you ever heard of Black Stone around Black Stones?
And Four Corner Hustlers, Vice Lords, Stony Island on Aces
The concrete matrix, street organizations
They gave violations, hood public relations
It was the basics to get big faces
Stay away from cases, bad broads, good graces
The hustles was the taste makers and trend setters
They the ones that fed us hopin' that the feds don't get us
The era of Reagan, the terror of Bush
Crack babies, momma's a push, we were the products of Bush
I'm wishin' for a Samurai Suzuki and a little Gucci
A bad ho to [?] do me, you heard of flukey?
Stokes it was folks and coke and dope
Fiends choked off of smoke, herringbones and rope
Rare jewels of a generation
Diamonds, blinding us so real shit we facin'
Forties wasted on seats, Dion makin' the beats
When they air it out on at the parties we escapin' the heat
I could break it down like whatever you need
He squinted his face and rolled the weed

[Interlude]
You know they don't see sometimes
That in the neighborhood
It's the exact same thing
It's the same thing over and over again
Feel me?

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Have you ever heard of no limit, three hundred, six hundred?
Folly boy, O block, eastside
Where it ain't no conversation they just let them heats ride
Can't nobody stop the violence, why my city keep lyin'?
Niggas throw up peace signs but everybody keep dying
Used to post up on that strip, I look like a street sign
I've been out there three days and I got shot at three times
Felt like every bullet hit me when they flew out each nine
I be happy when I wake up and I have a free mind
I know haters wanna clap me up, watch the morgue grab me up
But they can catch me later, I been cool, chasin' paper
Where I come from ain't no hope if you was claimin' that was major
Small crib, big fam, mom was workin', grammy raised us
No food in the refrigerator, I was bangin', pullin' capers, that's real shit
Same niggas from day one boy, yeah I'm still with
Better watch out for that jump shot cause they will hit
Homie take your shorty lunchbox, and won't feel shit
I came from a place where it's basic but you won't make it
Feds buildin' cases, judges who racist and full of hatred I mean
You ain't never seen the shit that I seen

[Outro]
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No Fear

[Verse 1:]
Sitting on stairs, in street affairs
Jordan Airs, he got at least seven pairs
His voice rare, talk with a mumble
Chicago Bearhead, caught up at the huddle
Call an audible of trouble came
His name Chris, black as his hustle name
Raction to his chains, it's like a basketball game
Watch him winning, hope your team do the same
A menace, he O-Dog, Caine
Wish a nigga would go against his grain
Used to staying but moved up in the game
Take a nigga spot, take a nigga fame
The fortune of a caine, long live his reign
He do it for a son, he do it with a gun
Whatever he do, yo, he do it till it's done
A team full of hitters, so they hit and run
The prestone even want none
Walk with the G's cause the G's never run
Something to be from the slum and be the one
This is where he at, this is where he from

[Hook:]
Where I'm from [x16]

[Verse 2:]
Living life with no fear
Putting that truth in my baby girl's ear
Told her that dudes gon' want some ass
And whatever you do, do it with class
She wanna E, but to me, you gotta earn it
You can't circumvent life, you gotta earn it
It's the circle of life, that's why we're turning
Yo, I hit a choir and a sermon, our messiah is returning
With a tile around my neck, a style around respect
Know the smell of good pussy and the sound of a tec
They fire, drill, stop dropping roll
I popped out the cold hip-hop, that was gold
The way of the road is our ode to the legacy
C'mon dog, you know my pedigree
Find it forever be, the sun never set on me
Many reign, but the game never weather me
If I'm in the building that mean I got equity
Where articles are black like Ebony
Since I was a shorty I was thinking long charity
No fear, I say that with levity

[Hook]

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Diamonds

[Intro - Big Sean:]
(Oh) Walk up in the thing, got my campaign poppin'
Champagne poppin', bad thing poppin'
Headed to the door, and ain't a damn thing knockin' (no)
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin'
Campaign poppin', champagne poppin'

[Verse 1 - Common:]
I wrote this on my born day, it was a warm day
Niggas gotta eat, we gon' do it gourmet
I'm hearing f*ckin' voices, like when porn play
Stay, stay on your grind like foreplay
What more can I say? Diamonds are for the day
That means to shine, you find a way
Stayed on porches, backyards, and gainways
Learned strange ways between [?] and Langley
Champagne ambitions
I pour it out for my man who made his transition
Was about paper, pussy, Prada, ego
Born to fly, call me the bald eagle
Open shows at the Regal for Daddy Kane and Eazy-E though
Boys in the hood is hard like kilos of heroin
The hero that came from zero
My bars and my PR like Puerto Rico
This bra from the DR said I was frío
That's Ice Cold like Dre, triple three yo
Pino noir style, better with time
I'm gambling with watches getting better with time
So I'mma ride this out for long as God allow me
They say "time is money", forever is my salary
I shine tomorrow with what I do today
Yo, get this money, put the diamonds on display

[Hook - Big Sean:]
(Oh) Walk up in the thing and got my campaign poppin'
Champagne poppin', bad thing poppin'
Headed to the door, and ain't a damn thing knockin' (no)
Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin'
Campaign poppin', champagne poppin'
Hit you with the street sweeper now you gotta get to moppin' (no)

[Bridge - Big Sean:]
Ay, ay, ay , ay , ay, ay, ay, ay
Tryna get it every way, every day
Tryna get it every way, every day
Tryna get it every way, every day

[Verse 2 - Common:]
Bars in alignment, stars in alignment
[?] of consignment, God's in the diamonds
Evolve from the science, power and refinement
Read between the lines, hard to define us
Niggas that's behind us, throwing up signs to signify us
In the benz leaning like we biased
I seen lead fly by us, that shit scary
You can go cold and blow everything you have in a flash
The moment is to live it like your last
Moments that we have never living in the last
My time, man, precious like diamonds
Look through the glass, see what I magnify man
I'mma be shining 'til I die man
I'mma rare diamond that's hard to find man
Climbing to the mountain top, MLK day
To the streets I speak my piece like an A.K
47 to 87 to the hundreds
Jewels I could run it for the hunted and the blunted
Dreams reflect clarity, ain't no disparity
Between peace and prosperity, so marry me diamond

[Verse 3 - Big Sean:]
Reminiscing when I had everything on layaway
I'm rolling with me and my partner like it was Training Day
Way before the ballin' that was back off in the training days
I used to hit the barber chair and say "I need that fadeaway"
Had a crush on what's her name, the feelings never fade away
Older brother gang bang, banging like an 808
Said you can't take his chain away
Real play you can't take his game away
Slang away, walk up in this thing like a real Rockefeller
But you can't take my dame away, devil in a red dress
But she got that angel face
I could teach her how to get it day to day to day to day
The G code is my combination
Catch me off in the bank thumbing through all kinds of faces
Catch me in court, beating all kinds of cases
Weed, money, pussy, liquor, that's my favorite combination
Diamonds

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Blak Majik

[Intro:]
Blak Majik [x32]

[Verse 1 - Common:]
Who that boy he radical
Talk that money talk emphatical
Who in the game had the baddest hoes
Niggas seen Badu's ass and said "I seen what you was on"
Home grown with no home phone
From the city of wind nigga, win or go home
It's the Chi bullshit I'm on
Make a dome from a brick and a pocket full of stones
Hit them cones, clips and crones
I don't play away games, I got hitters at home
I'm a dime like six in the morn'
Me and Muhammad speak in similar tones
Go hard like pyramid stones
Stand the test of time cross the burning sands
With aggressive rhymes, I'm blessed to rhyme
I invest in time
Like Superman, stick out my chest and shine, I'm

[Hook - Jhene Aiko:]
Blak Majik [x16]

[Verse 2 - Common:]
Yeah yeah, I'm black, I'm magical
I ride fun facts that's actual
Keep it one hunnid that's natural
To get them new blue hunnid niggas strapped with flow
Shout out to black and DC make it capital
I done made enough. I don't have to rap no more
Tell the truth, that ain't what I'm rapping fo'
Got a whole lot so we can have some mo'
So rosey go to red diamond make 'em clap some more
Clap clap, home of the original gang bangers, gun clappers, no lackers, rack stackers
Movie, we are black actors
Makin' somethin' out of nothin' blak majik
What I do, I own like magic
Status of the livest and established
Girl with the fattest, I'm givin' you the gladdest
Like you ever had this magic

[Break - Jhene Aiko:]
Neewteb ni tsixe I ereh ton ma I
Maerd ruoy ni evah uoy suoicsnoc eht ma I

[Verse 3 - Jhene Aiko:]
I am the matter that cannot be seen
I am the conscious you have in your dream
Do not be scared of my dark energy
I am not here I exist in between
Yeah that's me I'm magical
I'm black I'm strapped with magic bro
I'm nothing you have had before
I'm everything but nothing more

[Hook - Jhene Aiko]

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Speak My Piece

[Hook - The Notorious B.I.G. (x3):]
I just, speak my piece, keep my peace
Cubans with the Jesus piece, with my peeps
Packing, my piece, Jesus
Packing, my piece, Jesus

[Verse 1 - Common:]
I'm iller than most, sick with it, feeling the dose
In a butter soft leather but I'm still with the toast
Toast to bros, you know the millions is close
Feel the ghost of Notorious, tell me who the naughtiest
She get live like an audience
I do what I do, no need to state the obvious
Poli' with girls with bodies, uh
Poli' in hotel lobbies
Light a J, it's just me and Marley, look at the poster
Do what I supposed to for the culture
Early b-boy, down with d-boys, build and destroy
My pride and joy is my daughter named Omoy
'Ye, that's my nigga from back in the day
All that whoop-de-wah-whoop, man f*ck what they say
Played the lotto for my gram with a bottle in hand
Lay it down for the world, for Chicago I stand, and

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 - Common:]
Yeah, yeah, they like that, I write raps from on top of the world
Popular girls always wanna pop in my world
I pop out in the boroughs and go to L.A. to get hay
In the middle of the barn with a princess I laid
Yo, this type of shit happens every um, once in a while
You know I won't front with the style
Bring life to the party like a woman and child
From the land of the humble and proud, summers is wild
Ah! Made the unmade-able
Ah! Go to parties I'm paid to go
Me and cuzzo talked the hustle
About doing good business like Rick and Russell
You I know I guzzle red wine till it's bed time
On my paper like headlines, she want the head shine e'ry time
My time, the streets is watching like a Rollie
Do it for the hometown and the homies, uh

[Hook x10]

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Hustle Harder

[Snoh Aalegra:]
Black and blue outside, his soul carries a heart of gold
Misconception 'bout what love is, she passes on
The child she brings into the world doin right from wrong
It's all it is, all it is, she deserves more

[Common:]
Red lipstick - bold, French press - cold
You know she queen bee by the way she wear her gold
Honey gettin money, the ass is stupid, she far from a dummy
Funny I thought she came from money how she makin money
At the club, goin hard like liquor
Shots of Ciroc, she can outdrink a nigga
Niggaz dig her, think they can take her to the crib and break her,
Move her, shake her, you can't fake her, she knows time is paper
Glaciers on her neck-ah! Glaciers on her finger
Gucci purse carry notes like a singer, ah-ah
Go to the steam room and she carry a steamer, Beamer Benz
She got friends in high ends, she know trend she know when
She go in like an investor.. yessir!
Never gettin gassed like a Tesla, ain't 'bout all that extra
Destiny brought her, to where niggaz bought her a lot of shit
She ain't caught up, bitches taught her to hustle
Hustle harder than a nigga

[Chorus:]
(Uh-huh) She hustle harder than a nigga
(True) She hustle harder than a nigga
(Uh-huh) She hustle harder than a nigga (True)
She hustle harder than a nigga (She get it-get it-get it)
She hustle harder than a nigga (She get it-get it)
She hustle harder than a nigga (She get it-get it-get it)
She hustle harder than a nigga (She get it-get it)

[Common:]
She bad, uh uh, she bad
Don't complain about it but she let you know when she on that rag
Swag like Angelina or more like Angela Bassett
Many aspects emphasis sophisticated and ratchet
She fasted for a week, that's stronger than most
If she had kids she could mother/father them both
Prominent host throw a party and she know EVERYBODY
Devil in a tight dress something there that is godly
She know what niggaz want, she know how to make 'em hunt
Hotel suite at the Trump, the way she walk in them pumps
Talkin 'bout, takin over the world while holdin a blunt
She hold her man down when her man get locked up
Prada keep movin, she movin movin and shake it like Parkinson's
Used to seel hot purses, and network marketing
Eye shadow darker than than them dudes she like
An actress her life is so movie like, she hustle harder than a nigga

[Chorus]

[Dreezy:]
Uh, it's Dreezy
Look, I be livin like I need a Lamborghini
I make it happen, I would never need a genie
Went and got zucchini, threw away that fettuccine
I been goin to the gym, I'm tryna get in that bikini
I'm a, smart chick but I never wen to Harvard
I'm like a Nina got designer for my armour
Lookin for a presidential nigga like Barbara
I'm harder, at these niggaz heads like a barber
This is for my ladies whose single but got a baby
Who probably driving a Honda but savin for that Mercedes
This is for my pretty women that know that they independent
You say that her shit is rented, she probably get offended, man
The new kid like a transfer
I'm known to set trends, let 'em copy like the answers
I could be a lady in the streets but in the booth I pull triggers
Shots fired, I go harder than a.. nigga

Afternoon, breezy afternoon too
The winds out west at fourteenth gusting at 22 O'Hare
High today 62, maybe some rain tonight, a low of 40 degrees
60 at O'Hare midway 61, the lake front at 60 and Wheeling sunny at 60

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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

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Real

[Hook - Elijah Blake:]
You niggas ain't real
I think you need to stop pretending
These niggas ain't ill
We know the deal
Niggas ain't on
Here today and the next you're gone
Cuz you niggas ain't real
And we know the deal
Yeah we know the deal

[Verse 1 - Common:]
Eighty seven strip walker
I'm a shit talker
F*ck all night your dependent what I'm offer
Had a white girl I tossed her
Black girl I lost her
Break bread with the stones I'm the rock of Gibraltar
Salt of the earth for what it's worth yo from birth
I was first with a verse live niggas don't rehearse
Wear the prophets on the shirt
Yeah yeah that's the creed
I can give a f*ck if it's real or a weave
I tell you when you look good and keep it right there
I'm as important to the Chi as my nigga Mike Air
Jordan threes on the feet as we breeze down lakeshore
These are the days that we bake more to make more
I been living in the moment lately
It's like the love and the hate seem to motivate me
Lady lady, that body crazy
You been working out of this thing if it's not tell me if it's really real

[Hook - Elijah Blake:]

[Verse 2 - Common:]
I'm the sole controller
Opposite of sober
Flow from the south side to south Angola
Mami wanna strip then yeah I'mma poke her
And go all in and stretch it out like yoga
I'm flexin' sexin' oiled up like Texan
Survivor soldier a child is destined
A star is born in a Chicago storm
The name is Common
I'm anything but the norm, uh
Six in the mornin' something warm informing
I'm sweatin' like I'm performing on tour in, uh
Y'all f*ckin' with this like porn
Put ya fists up cuz you know I ride on
New planes and plateaus
Made it through the black hole
I rhyme in a timeless capsule
I rap fo', niggas in the barber shops and broads thats hot
I run the town I'm a f*ckin juggernaut
This shit is real

[Hook - Elijah Blake (x2)]

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Kingdom

[Spoken:]
I do dirt, in search of a clear mind
Money talk, somebodies gonna hear mine
Grind early before 9: 30
Got the nine and the thirty
Kiss of death, you heard me?
My world ain't worldly, any time could be my time
I get high, but still ain't seen Chicago skyline
In my prime, stakes is high cause it's beef
Out here in these streets
Everybody tryna eat off the same plate
Dead presidents, we want the same face
And to think, me and the president, we from the same place
Four-hundred and twenty-one murders, ain't tryna be of the same fate
If I die and go to heaven, will I make it through the main gate?

[Intro:]
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
Ooh
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom
Ooh
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh

[Verse 1 - Common:]
Second row of the church with my hood on
My homie used to rap, he was about to get put on
At his funeral, listening to this church song
His family yelling and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world that's why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us
I'm a need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life, I can't afford not to hit him
Shots ripping through his True Religion denim
These streets was my religion
I stood over him, his life is over then
Now these keys got me locked up with older men
Thought these was the keys for me to roll a Benz
They ended up being the keys for my life to end

[Hook:]
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah)
Ooh (sing)
Help me get, get the keys to the kingdom (yeah)
Ooh
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh
(And the streets say)
(And the people say)
(And we all say)
Ah yes, my Lord, Ah, Oh
(And the streets say)
(And the people say)
(And we all say)

[Verse 2 - Common:]
My money ain't straight, my fam ain't straight
Ain't wanna push kis, heaven couldn't wait
I was hurtin', couldn't get no work
You created me from dust, that's why I did dirt
You said that the last shall be first
Now I'm in a hearse, what's this cash really worth?
My whole life I had to worry about eatin'
I ain't have time to think about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my waves following him, the streets swallowing him
And I don't want no hollows in him, his momma said she see his father in him
Hope it's the good things, 'til life was over is when I understood things
Standing at the gates 'cause I know you've forgiven what I've done
I'm your son, do I have the keys to get in?

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Vince Staples:]
Sweet Lord Jesus, tell the polices to let a nigga breathe
My sinning father see, got a shipment by the seas
See my niggas tryna eat, eat whatever's on your plate
Save some for me, the worst things in life come sitting six feet
Tryna hop the gate to heaven 'cause I couldn't get a key
But these niggas play for keeps and I gotta hold my own
Tryna watch my back 'cause these stripes ain't free
We still wading in the water, cocaine, blunts, marinating in the water
Lean and took a puff and then she gave it to my father
Used to take the bullets out so I could play with the revolver
Satan serenading ever since I was a toddler
Tell 'em talk is cheap, niggas living for the dollar
So in God we trust, leave the praying to my momma though
Another motherf*cker out of control, just walking my soles low
Lit up with the abuse, they wasn't for show, I promise every pistol was used
See I was waking up afraid to see my name on the news
Broad day, bare faced, giving niggas the blues
Nigga who you? They know me on the streets where I grew
If you ain't from around here you get gunned down here
Make the best from the least on the quest for them keys
To the kingdom

[Hook x3]

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Rewind That

"Rewind that one time, please"

Should it be, can it be simple?
Life is like the tempo of a No I' instrumental
Things that we been through define who we are now
Since "Can I Borrow a Dollar?", ooh, I'm a star now
Comin from Chi-town, we was the first to do it
Me, No I.D., Twilite Tone on the music
The city on our back, we was the opening act
Throw our tapes in the crowd, they throw 'em right back
But we stayed on track, they stayed on the tracks
I stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I' was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-Town's GangStarr
We had came far together, with (ALONGWAYTOGO)
Seein a bigger picture, but now from different angles
Tangle of the hustling, survival in the game
Felt I had to leave home to be a household name
Show money low, needin to stack fast
City did have my back, now it's a backlash
Was I a slave to the cash and wantin it so bad?
I just became a dad, rap is all I had
So I moved to New York, to make it pop
Did "Like Water for Choc", that album changed a lot
But my man who I started with, wasn't a part of it
And his presence, I didn't even acknowledge it
Knew I was wrong, he shoulda at least had a song
It wouldn't be me without No I.D., and Twilite Tone
Wishin' I could get that time back
Oh I can, yo man, rewind that
Me and Dion back in the zone, I'm doin shows with Tone
For the future of the Chi, we gon' bring it back home
Rewind that and we can do it again
No I.D., Twilite Tone, where the story begin

"Rewind that one time, please"

This one's for my man J Dilla
As I say these words, my eyes fill up
Cause wasn't none realer than James Dewitt Yancey
So I'ma dedicate this to Dilla and his family
In Q-Tip's basement, I first met Jay Dee
I still remember the first beat he played me
He came to the Chi late three that was crazy
Didn't even know me and gave 'em to me for free
I go the the D, he show big love
Cook up some hot shit, then go to the strip club
Then we made "The Light" and times got brighter
I said "Turn it up!" Jay'll take it +Higher+
One day, I noticed he was tired quick
That's when I found out, Jay Dee was real sick
Things got worse before they got better
I said, "Come to L.A. for peace and good weather"
We got an apartment just so we can spark it
MP in the front room, records in the closet
The beats got iller, but the sickness was still there
I'm wishin, I could will him out of his wheelchair
It was hard for me to come home every day
And see my homie Jay's life fade away
I stayed away some times, in other words I ran
'Til one day J brought me this TV stand
It was a gift so I couldn't refuse it
It came from his heart, I regret I didn't use it
The lupus got worse and, for what it's worth
I wanted him to have a Grammy before he left this earth
Wishin we could have that time back
Oh we can, yo man, rewind that

You never gone, you live forever through song
I feel it when I see 'em with them Dilla shirts on
I know you still +Shining+, from heaven you watch me
Watch me put this Grammy on the stand you got me

"That's an um..infinite.. an infinite um.. team right there
Man Jay Dee, I'd work with him whenever I can
Cause he's like, constantly progresssing and growing
He's one of the greatest producers.. yo, greatest musicians of our time
F'real, I really know that.. (Aight!) Yeaaaah... yeah, yeah
Like I used to be able to wake up in the morning and hear J Dilla beats... being made
Y'know I mean.. really, used to walk by me like.. damn, I'm blessed
Like I really felt that, like during the time where he was making it match
Like, I don't look back and say I was blessed, I know I was blessed during that time
I look and say.. 'Man! I'm gettin to see Jay make them beats.. everyday!'
Y'know..."

[J Dilla:]
"Common, okay for me it's definitely not a common out
But... it's Common"

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Out On Bond

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Common:]
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin, no toothpastes
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
To the Maserati, license plate read 'GODBODY'
Passenger side only ride hot bodies
When we was young as we wanted, show our bodies
Cadillac Com from the Southside army
The army now, don't try to harm me now
It's my time, you can't alarm me now
I ball, bitches wanna palm me now
Vacation in palm tree style
In the morning where the dons be now
Drinkin lattes, over breakfast I pray and end it with an ashe
Cops say we lookin for a nigga thats dressed nice
Seats be goin way back just like Just-Ice
Black leather wearin justice on the collar
Change is we only ain't trustin the dollars
Try to get me, get wet like bed sheets
Poli' with technique, and let the text speak
Like the led conference I rap off the head conscience
Freestyle, free trap niggaz from bondage
Every word you heard is bond is
Double-0-87, on some Bond shit, I'm out on bond

[Chorus:]
Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top notch dames

[Vince Staples:]
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Los Padrinos to juvenile placement
All for C-notes, the feds confiscatin
Back to that block with brains on the pavement
Paid restitution, O from the lootin
Took cause they did it, you was influenced
Your mind gone, life don't seem much bigger
than your time zone, broke as the rich get richer
Blunt-burnt lips and a worn-out liver
That's everyday livin, guns everywhere chillin
Got you feelin like there's money comin sooner than later
'Til then, I'll be runnin from the judge and the bailiff
Crime commitin cause these women love a man in Mercedes
I never save for when it's rainy, hope Jehovah can save me
While I'm out dumb buyin, tryin to find my time
'Til I hit the main line in that cell confined

[Chorus]

Preposterous chains, top notch dames
Classic rap music, rollin in the Range
...
Preposterous chains, top notch dames
Classic rap music, rollin in the Range

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7 Deadly Sings

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Sample:]
Gluttony baby
Is I needs what I see
Gluttony baby
Is us, aside to seat two

[Intro:]
It's knocking
Man, they gon, they gon, man they gon knock this one
Ride out to this

[Verse 1:]
It sit deep in my chest, so let me express
Grew up on 868, oh y'all don't need the address
It was 'round CVS, we were so devious
The city never sleeps, it be needing some rest
The streets was a mess, and they still are
Feel our pain, the bigger picture, we was all framed
But the game is the game, so let it begin
In these streets, these are the seven deadly sins
Now the first is pride, though some call it vanity
A hustler's insanity can break up the family
Pride can have a man stuck in his ways, not subject to change
Knowing that I'll end up in a grave
It's the arrogant [?] saying us Americans
Messes up marriages, many sins, pride is parenting
Like the second is something we all have
Or felt, then cane or khan, it's called wrath
I seen a boss take it out on his staff
I seen a crip take it out on a blood, causing a bath
Never seen a man making money while he mad
So hustle plus wrath, y'all do the math
Now the third, you probably heard from MOB
They say use them rocks to make em envy
Envy, the cousin of jealousy, on the streets it's a felony
When niggas f*cking hit you up [?] fidelity
They hate it, to see you celebrated
Counting my paper, nigga you could have made it
Let me stay with that part, takes us to the fourth
Where niggas is lazy, that's what we call sloth
Want you to break em off, getting money it costs
For you to be a boss, ain't no taking off
Now the myth about the fifth, it only happens when we eat
It's gluttony, this is how it happens on the street
It's a dude that's getting paid in full, causing [?]
Always played his four, but the way this nigga move
He is never full and he gon want your food
Don't overdo it, that's an underrated rule
The sixth is a fix that's in all of us
When I get drunk and want to bust, this is what we call lust
When the drawers go down, the guards go down
Cause a pussy is somebody getting robbed right now
Okay the seventh is a seed that many believe
Is the cause of em all, this is what we call greed
Knew some cousins that was hustling, one of em ended up busting the other
Greed is a mother, it's greedy motherf*ckers like Madoff
Cops getting paid off, greedy companies got my people getting laid off
Before I sign off, in the sins we living
The good thing is we can be forgiven
The seven deadly sins

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Young Hearts Run Free

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Intro - Common:]
State of the art, state of the drill
State of the mind, state of the city
I contemplated with wine
State of the art, state of the mind
State of the city
I contemplated with wine

[Verse 1 - Common:]
I put the line down when I put the rhyme down
Lost on my own Stoney Island that I found
I ride around town like this is my town
Rap to myself, tryna see how I sound
Kinda arrogant cause I'm from Chi Town
East bound it down, that's how we get down
At the bar takin' shots like they live rounds
My lifestyle is it's good to be alive now
Lot that surround me, places all cloudy
Came in the Audi, pied piper rowdy
You in the 'Raq where's war like Saudi
Youngins carry the iron man, like Robert Downey
Pound the ground we own the concrete jungle
Surround me loudly, wildy is how we came up
Think about the come up
That's why I'm always on edge when the fans seem to run up
Hair all done up, we can spend the summer together
But when the weather change, lady friend
You may be forever stranger lines seem to blur
Yea I like you but I still love her, uh uh uh
I come from the other, wonder why they slumbered on a nigga
Now I see the bigger picture, pour a little liquor
The rich get richer, my dick get bigger
Cause I'mma go hard, g-go g-go hard
The more I know self, the more I know God
Coppin' land from my bro [?]
Good to do business with the bro-gods, let the dollar circulate
Lower the murder rate but still kill this shit
In touch with the crib that's why you feel this shit
The willingness to grow, the willingness to blow
The willingness to know that I don't know shit

[Bridge 1 - Cocaine 80's:]
But I still wanna know
What the f*ck you on girl

[Verse 2 - Common:]
Enrichened souls, visions, goals, mission grows as I do
It was written like a haiqu when I was seventeen
I used to sell a [?] to forever dream
Now I'm a champagne king like Evelyn
Young hearts run free and forever sing
Yea

[Bridge 2 - Cocaine 80's:]
Tell me what the f*ck you on
Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh - run

[Intro x2]

It was red, I guess it had to be the bloodshed
Love shed, 'nough said

[Bridge 3 -Cocaine 80's:]
But I still wanna know
What the f*ck you're on
Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh - run
And I'm down to jump the gun with you
Tell me what the f*ck you want
Cause your heart is sayin' ohh, ohh, ohh - run
And I'm down to jump the gun with you

[Verse 3 - Cocaine 80's:]
What the f*ck I'm s'possed to do, you not around
I'mma talk about when we high and I'm on the ground
Always hold you down in and outta town
Maybe I'm a clown got me crying out in front the crowd
On the inside but it feel like a f*ckin' cloud
Out my f*ckin' mind, I'mma f*ckin' drown
Girl but I'm not gonna f*ck around
I'mma f*ckin' marry you and learn to swim
Let me carry you I need to hit the gym
Young hard jab but the difference is
Got young love but I'm not young
Faith in love but I'm not dumb
I don't need to give a f*ck about the outcome
Niggas be scared but I'm not one [x5]

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City To City

(Target Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

The city, it blow deep, I know them cold streets
Motif is no peace, can't trust the police
My momma stay out east, hope that she good though
She from Inglewood so she know the hood though
Corners we stood on, that's what I stand for
Justice for hustlers, I rap and I chant for
Cuzzo just got out, that thang on his ankle
He seein that corner from a new angle
Same ol' to same ol', some days are painful
They say be careful, grandma stay prayerful
My bros move birds with they eyes on the sparrow
You in the ghetto where we never settle

The breath of the city, no rest for the weary
No stress, it can't hear me, a fist full of fury
No dollars, no jewelry, a Chicago story
Place that could kill me is one that could cure me
Hard to ignore me cause we livin loud now
Fire inside me and thangs that go BLAOW BLOAW!
Label me wild child, my old man on trial now
Yeah I'm the future, but live for the now now
Make my momma proud now, we come from that dirt
I put in that work, until my back hurt, uh