No Way

[Verse 1]
Fuck who the man on campus
Goddamnit
Cause years I famished
I know I didn't, but I think god planned this
I hope he planned this
Yeah, I'ma make jams til I get a Hologram
And a sister named Janet
I'm an honest man, I'm a Pollick fan
So i treat the face like the canvas, oooh
But it's all about the loot
When I fell off, friends went poof
(Still) Money on my head when i nearly had no roof
But these girls think I'm cute from my hat to my boots, thank the lord
They ignored my tooth, cause of what I do in the booth
Ain't that the fucking truth
Reincarnation Im the proof
Who the hell dumb enough to let me loose
I don't drink goose, I like me bourbon
Hands 10 and 2, but I like me swerving
I don't like lanes, so I broke the curb in
This much vision is more like a burden
Yeah, I've been saying, I'm Super Saiyan
Since I wrote the bangers, down in the basement
With the panty hoes over the clothes hangers
Even back when Cory was trying to smash the Topanga, yup
Yeah, why you so suprised, huh?
Now I need hummus on my rider
Shit, I moved to the city
Brought my day ones with me
Fuck the world except my momma
You can't tell me no different
I don't play with these flows
Nor the shit that I'm spitting
And these women got a hard time sitting
Cause I beat that kitten like I'm fresh outta prison
You know it

[Pre-Hook]
Know we been through some shit
Know we been through some shit
Dad done poofed and split
And bro done dipped
Then the booth got lit
Let me talk my shit
Let me talk my shit
Yeah, you ain't gotta sell your crib, no, momma
You ain't gotta sell your crib, you ain't gotta sell it, no, no

[Hook] (x2)
I ain't gon' stop till I get it, no
I ain't gon' stop till I get it, no
I ain't gon' stop till I get it, motherfucker
Nah, I ain't gon' stop till I get it, no way

[Verse 2]
Now we on to something
Or we just on something
Honestly I don't know, I really can't tell
Then Just fucked with running
Oh, you thought I was fronting
Oh, you thought I was bluffing
Honestly man it's nothing, I'm about to raise hell, aye
Just cause you rap all fast
Don't hide the fact you ain't sayin jack
What you think this is motherfucka
Can't look back, Pops was on crack
It's just that this life ain't a pic-a-nic muhfucka
Living down on Chapman Street
Plotting on a masterpiece
Back when they use to laugh at me
Now I'm to send those to the master suite
Yeah, the same white kid with a New York fitted on
Pants too big that's when I got shitted on
Name too big now you singin' to a different song
Pants too tight so these hoes wanna get on now!
Then Zav moved me out, then he drove me down
Cause the homies hold me down
With a few bucks to my name look at the shit I figured out
Im'a make my momma proud right now

[Pre-Hook]
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