No Way - K.A.A.N., Bleverly Hills

You could tell it was real with the flyin' man

No trust in the game for the shit I’ve seen

Tell a young nigga act like you can’t drink

I could send it all like a phenomenon

Your mind’s closed off like it’s an octagon

I said your heart is gone and I’m a stand-up guy

You send for help like the hand of God

I got the Midas touch, must you watch them step around me

Let them all drown in the pity, sad

I’ma wake up and go get it, lawd

What’s the reason I would even do this, for

Tell me how a nigga even got this far

No blasphemy, it was a higher power

No surpassing me, I outlast a coward

I was in the basement, trying to learn the basics

Superb amazement, no words can phase me

I’m quite content with my work ethic

Go around the clock 'til I can’t feel me

Cup overrun, it’s like canteens

Tell 'em give me space, I do my damn thing

Yell it through the speakers, I get it, through

Hoping that I can reach a nigga, I do

No one gives a fuck until, you

Get it by yourself homie that, true

I’m back up in this, that I’m more explosive

All this shit I’m hearing sounds atrocious

Dropping niggas scared like some roaches

Spread the love, they feel it 'til they’re hopeless

I’ve been working hard and passed devoted

Time to meditate so pass the potent

Flower-power, cigga-rillo, roll it

Flow for hours, high up like I’m holy

Your shit sound aight, it’s just OK though, OK though

My shit’s sounding tight, that 808 though echo

I could tell you everything I know though, know though

If you fuck with me no that’s a no-no, no-no

Hoping for the best, noticed everything

They goin' for the neck on the better things

Broke-boy got a check, go get everything

Roll another spliff, that’s the medicine

I was patient no, never fading on it

Mom’s just waiting for the day, yeah she been banking on it

When I’d be singing up on stage and making paper from it

But I’ve been hanging making changes, sounds so painless, don’t it?

Are you proud enough?

Can I speak loud enough?

Maybe I’m out of luck

Maybe I’m stackin' up

Maybe I’m not really down for much

Maybe I pack a punch

Can’t really add it up

Can’t want it bad enough

Got 'em all acting up

Got 'em all acting tough

Gotta stick my passion up

Gotta tip them glasses up

Gotta make the best of us

You and all the rest of ya

Looking for the extra stuff

You can, you can, you can go sit down

Hold it down, in the crowd, watch 'em now

They’re jersey chasing, hurting patience, hurdle fame shit, swerving out

Your shit sound aight, it’s just OK though, OK though

My shit’s sounding tight, that 808 though echo

I could tell you everything I know though, know though

If you fuck with me no that’s a no-no, no-no

Your shit sound aight, it’s just okay

My shit’s sounding tight, that 808

I could tell you everything I know

If you fuck with me boy that’s a no

Your shit sound aight, it’s just okay

My shit’s sounding tight, that 808

I could tell you everything I know

If you fuck with me boy that’s a no

Your shit sound aight, it’s just OK though, OK though

My shit’s sounding tight, that 808 though echo

I could tell you everything I know though, know though

If you fuck with me no that’s a no-no, no-no