Intro 
No hay nadie más preparado que el jovencito de Inglewood 
Supa Good 
Inglewood 

Chorus 
I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas 
And I'm serious, period, no commas 
Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama 
And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no 

Post-Chorus 
Ain't a dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack 
We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back 
We can take a loss, we gon' get it right 
We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah 

Verse 1 
I can be your boss, put game in your life, uh 
Or you can spin your wheels, that chain off your bike 
These niggas on they heels, they feignin' the fight 
I'm here to feed my fam, they want they name in the lights 
Dipped the paint in my pain and illustrated my plight 
Gave it 'til I had nothing left, so I guess that I'm right 
Writin' 'til I don't see no wrong, head to Rome on a flight 
Then it's bon appétit, better not be no bone in my swai 
Went from bologna sandwiches, listening to Thelonious 
Gifted like homie had a B-day on replay 
And grandma kissed him and said man of God 
You was made to withstand the odds 
Learn to play your cards, stay true to you, and take charge 

Chorus
I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas
And I'm serious, period, no commas
Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no

Post-Chorus
Ain't no dollar sign tag on some peace of mind, jack
We can take a loss, we gon' get it right back
We can take a loss, we gon' get it right
We can take a loss, we gon' get it right, yeah

Verse 2
They buyin' everything in my city lights
Property value rising, they gon' gentrify
This ain't rocket science, here, let me simplify
We think we owners, but we only renters, why?
The system ain't broke, it's designed to keep us declinin'
Until we reach the bottom line and can't see the sky
Swimmin' in our misfortune, distortin' our vision and eyes glistenin' (Smoke, chill out)
Remember our fallen peers, they listenin' (Ayy, my nigga, chill out, Smoke)
Sorry, my dear, they eat that venison (Ayy, nigga, shut the fuck up)
With no remorse, resort to militance (Nigga, shut up, nigga)
They'll shoot up a church, mosque, or that temple shit (Nigga, you tryna get us killed)
And we shoot up ourself, why everybody aimin' at a nigga like me?
Brown skin, kinky hair, walkin' in my Nikes
Town shit, Inglewood 'bout to belong to whitey
Unless we buy this shit up and fry the shit up like snapper
Invest in our own society

Chorus
I told 'em I'm the one for the job, no commas
And I'm serious, period, no commas
Wanna enjoy my family and my friends with no drama
And stack 'til I'm delirious, period (No), no

Outro
No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"
You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up
No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"
You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up
No commas, no drama, word to tío Obama
Mamá dijo, "No te preocupe', mijo, you got it"
You 'bout to blow, dejar un hoyo en la tierra Osama
Just keep on giving 'em cuts, con las tijeras, you'll come up (Gon' pay you back)