Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Way , by - K.A.A.N.. Release date: 24.07.2017
Song language: English
No Way |
| 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 |