Nobody’s Smiling Common (Ft. Malik Yusef)

[Chorus]
[?] don't stop
[?] their trap
Hand in the pot
Baby, that'll do it
[?] don't stop
[?] their trap
Hand in the pot
Baby, that'll do it
[?] don't stop
[?] their trap
Hand in the pot
Baby, that'll do it
[?] don't stop
[?] their trap
Hand in the pot
Baby, that'll do it


[Verse 1: Common]
I'm from Chicago, nobody's smiling
Niggas wylin' on Stoney Island
Where the chief and the president come from
Pop out, pop pills, pop guns
On the deck when the opps come
Pop some, ops run
This ain't a game nigga, ain't no options
Nigga selling 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 holding money like a hostage
She went ostrich, from the projects with posture
I draw with the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money gods
I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon Martin