No Way

Fuck who the man on campus

God damn it

Cause here's how fame is

I know I didn't but I think I planned this

I hope he planned his

Yeah, I'ma make jams till I get a hologram and a sister named Janet

I'm a honest man, I'm a Pollock fan

So I treat the face like a canvas, oh

But it's all about the loot on the field

Our friends went poof

Said 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 ignore my tooth

Cause of what I do in the booth

Ain't that the fucking truth?

Reincarnation of the poof

Who the hell dumb enough to let me loose?

Who?

I don't drink Goose

I like me bourbon

Hand centered too but I like me swerving

I don't like lanes so I broke the curbing

This much vision is more like a burden

Yeah, I been saying I'm Super Saiyan since I wrote the banger

Stand in the basement with the pantyhose over the clothes hangers

Even back when Cory was tryna smash the panky, yup

Why you so surprised huh?

Now I need hummus on my rider

Shit I moved to the city but my day one's with me

Fuck the world except my mama

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 seeing cause

I beat that Ken like I'm fresh out of prison

You know

We been through some shit

Know we been through some shit

Dad done poofed and split

And bro done dipped

And the booth got lit

Let me talk my shit

Let me talk my shit

Yeah, you ain't gotta sell your crib, no, mama, mama

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

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