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] [Hook 2x]