Testo No Way - Caleborate
Testo della canzone No Way (Caleborate), tratta dall'album Real Person
Yeah
This shit is bangin'
Alright, repeat after me
Niggas try to tell me I'm insane, no way
Stayin' broke, runnin' for the fame, no way
You was on, but now you need some game, no way
I don't know how, but I'ma make a way, bruh
I was so broke that I could've sold dope
I was so down, bitch, I could've been ground
Livin' reckless, knowin' of myself I'm not proud
Yes, I'm throwin' tantrums, sorry, I'm just zonin' off the loud
I used to treat my mattress like the ATM
Do a couple shows, but still act broke
Or else I could be family's 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 buddha in my lungs and a Bible on
My dresser I ain't touched in years
It's been so long that God don't probably fuck with him
But I don't cry no fuckin' tears, long as I got more time to live
Niggas actin' shady 'cause I'm shinin' and it's blindin' them
Niggas try to tell me I'm insane, no way
Stayin' broke, runnin' for the fame, no way
You was on, but now you need some game, no way
I don't know how, but I'ma make a way, ay
Niggas try to tell me I'm insane, no way
Stayin' broke, runnin' for the fame, no way
You was on, but now you need some game, no way
I don't know how, but I'ma make a way, bruh
You are not someone that I would listen to
I'm a five-star chef and you are just some kitty food
To be with me is a privilege, and you are just Henny, dude
To hate on me is like a sin and you are so cynical
So I tell the landlord, "Relax, man
Can't you see it's rainin' dollars?"
Watch me rake 'em in and dry 'em, you gon' get your dough, I promise
God, I know you only perfect, but there's questions in my mind, man
Why the fuck is all these real niggas out here lyin'?
Left me dead like the Mayans 'cause they future like designers
I ain't complainin' or cryin' 'cause I got more timin'
Not to mention I am perfect like Obama's secret service
Had to get this off the ground like my grandma's purses
See, the purpose is to make this shit work for them
Make my profit as a prophet that hands out nothin' but noteworthy gems
The purpose is to make this shit work for them
Make my profit as a prophet handin' out nothin' but noteworthy gems
Niggas try to tell me I'm insane, no way
Stayin' broke, runnin' for the fame, no way
You was on, but now you need some game, no way
I don't know how, but I'ma make a way, ay
Niggas try to tell me I'm insane, no way
Stayin' broke, runnin' for the fame, no way
You was on, but now you need some game, no way
I don't know how, but I'ma make a way, uh
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Jamal Parker, Ian Lewis Mckee, Kevin Francisco Choice
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