No Way (Clean) - Oncue

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

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

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

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