No Ways
No way, no route
New day, new cheque fired
New play redefined, you still trying to preach like pay that fine
This shit double b, big wings, both sides
This shit getting big, all black mob ties
Just look at the bezel, can't see that time
Now you crossing the line, chopper used as a sign
Whole lotta drugs and the money get vi
Whole lotta chicken inside
He got to prep with that fire
Another thirty ball touched and it's final
He trying to just get on this high
We got him spinning like a vinyl
Best believe that we stuck with that iron
Stuck in this shit nigga try to survive
You got to just handle your pride and the check out the blue but that bitch blew my mind
And I'm stuck with that cheque cause it ain't hard to find
Fell in love with that brain cause she work overtime
Now we dirty the money like it was a pint
Jail breaking the demon, it's time
And the check get divided, it's killing my pride
Trying to tell me I ain't shit like just get in the line
Trying to downplay a nigga like business is fine
Said I'm good with advice cause your pockets are dry
Swap the pint for a pound, fuck opinions
Getting high, let me count in a minute
Said take it to trial, won't listen
He got the mounds, I'm in it
Said I'm blowing biscotti, not blowing a mission
Get them out, they in love with attention
Only right that I'm stuck with a Weston
Where the pot can't bend it
Trying to pop, no limit
New day, new cheque fired
New play redefined, you still trying to preach like pay that fine
This shit double b, big wings, both sides
This shit getting big, all black mob ties
Just look at the bezel, can't see that time
Now you crossing the line, chopper used as a sign
Whole lotta drugs and the money get vi
Whole lotta chicken inside
He got to prep with that fire
Another thirty ball touched and it's final
He trying to just get on this high
We got him spinning like a vinyl
Best believe that we stuck with that iron
Stuck in this shit nigga try to survive
You got to just handle your pride and the check out the blue but that bitch blew my mind
And I'm stuck with that cheque cause it ain't hard to find
Fell in love with that brain cause she work overtime
Now we dirty the money like it was a pint
Jail breaking the demon, it's time
And the check get divided, it's killing my pride
Trying to tell me I ain't shit like just get in the line
Trying to downplay a nigga like business is fine
Said I'm good with advice cause your pockets are dry
Swap the pint for a pound, fuck opinions
Getting high, let me count in a minute
Said take it to trial, won't listen
He got the mounds, I'm in it
Said I'm blowing biscotti, not blowing a mission
Get them out, they in love with attention
Only right that I'm stuck with a Weston
Where the pot can't bend it
Trying to pop, no limit
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Writer(s): William Blose
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