No Way - Caleborate

HOOK

Niggas try to tell me

I’m insane

No way

Staying broke

Running for the fame

No way

U was on

But now you need same game

No way

I don’t know how

But Ima make

A way

Aye I was so broke

That I coulda sold dope

I was so down bitch I coulda been ground

Living reckless

Knowing of myself I’m not proud

Yes im

Throwing tantrums

Sorry

I’m just zoning off the loud

Used to treat my mattress like the ATM

Do a couple shows but still act broke

Or else i could be families treat ATM

ATM

It’s just me and og

With some lady friends

Yes I got a girl at home

So conversation all she gets

With the buddha in my lungs

A bible on my dresser

I ain’t touched in years

It’s been so long

That God don’t prolly fuck with him

But

I don’t cry no fuckin tears

Long as I got more time to live

Niggas acting shady

Cuz I’m shining and its blinding them

HOOK

Niggas try to tell me

I’m insane

No way

Staying broke

Running for the fame

No way

U was on

But now you need same game

No way

I don’t know how

But Ima make

A way

Bruh

You are not someone that I would listen to

I’m 5 star chef

And u are just some kiddy food

To be with me is a privledge

You just henny dude

To hate on me is like a sin

And you are so synical

So I Tell the landlord relax man

Caint you

See it’s raining dollars

Watch me rake em in and dry em

U gon get yo dough I promise

God I know you only perfect

But this question in my mind man

Why the fuck is all these real niggas out here lying?

Left me dead like the myans

Cuz they future like designers

I ain’t complaining

Or crying

Cuz I got more time and

Not to mention

I am perfect

Like obamas secret service

Had to get it off this ground

Like mah grandmas purses

See the purpose is to make sure this shit work for them

Make my profit

As a prophet

That hands out nothing but noteworthy gems

HOOK