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Jay Rock

"No Joke"

[Produced by Willie B]

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter
Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutta, gutta
Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover
Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover
Hit the bounty, straight hunter, main line speak ya mind
Where you from? Take ya time, bust a n*gga no response
Rest a hater, respirator... no response
Green light, go time, where yo block? I know mine
So you know, one time, snitch n*gga, b*tch n*gga
Re-up with a seven cuz that's all I can get, n*gga
Small time hustler, me I'm just a governor
Of my city f*ck with me juggle shots through ya jugular
Projects hold me down, A1 customers
A1 army guns, A1 predators
Pigs yellin' man down, got the law scared of us
n*gga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down, show me something

[Hook: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
Burn ya whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
If you ain't know, now you know mayne!
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
Finna take another trip to the liquor store
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
These streets ain't no motherf*cking joke

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Back on my bullsh*t, back on the blocks riffin'
Get it off re-up flippin', gettin' off his car flippin'
Model b*tch think I'm trickin', oh no, no-go
W-oh no, 30 bucks, mo' mo'
What the f*ck you thought this was? All I know is doin' me
Flyin' spur doin' 3, gutter lane, blowin' tree
Homie what you smokin' on? I can get it dirt cheap
I can get it for the low, hard rock or pure blow
I can show you how to whip it
Birdies given off a show, servin' quail in the kitchen
Remedy for meal tickets, dope game, real wicked
Some deals go sour, real n*ggas locked up
Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life
Murders keep me stressed at night
My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice
Story of a real n*gga, this is how I feel, n*gga
Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed n*gga!

[Hook: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
Burn ya whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
If you ain't know, now you know mayne!
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
Finna take another trip to the liquor store
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
These streets ain't no motherf*cking joke

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me
Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothaf*ckas want me
Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town
Know tomorrows never promised
Know I gotta get it now, know I got a job to finish
Know I need stock to grow, know I need Lord's forgiveness
Know I've been through obstacles
Know I gotta sh*t on n*ggas, know I gotta do my thang
Knowin' that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings
Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these b*tches
Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these Benzes
Know I gotta push these trucks, know I gotta paint these pictures
Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business
Know I gotta stay silent, know I can't fall for nothing
Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble
Know I gotta keep it gangsta, know you gotta come and get me
Know I gotta keep it pushin', know you can't f*ck with me

[Hook: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
Burn ya whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change
If you ain't know, now you know mayne!
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow
Finna take another trip to the liquor store
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz
These streets ain't no motherf*cking joke

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