Chris Cella - No Way lyrics

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Chris Cella - No Way lyrics

(Pre-Hook): I could stamp like a mailman on this I'll post like my next song gonna stick What I write about is none of your business No no no, I know that you with this, don't matter I know that you with this Tell em' all to watch what they witness Let em' shout out it's the weekend This sh** gets me hyped up (Hook): No no no no no no way (x2) Let em' all celebrate for the weekend There ain't no stopping this sh** No no no no no no way (x2) Lets all get away for the weekend Scream out I ain't worried about sh** (Verse 1): I'm the newest rapper everybody's talking about I used to be the one that everybody walked around So I bum it down It's funny how I'm rapping in abundance, now these labels wanna come and fund me now It doesn't make sense but they putting change in their pockets, so I ain't into making profit, burn a hundred thou' Learn to walk in my shoes, couldn't run a mile Shoutout to my hometown cause I know its been a while I'm the one with an announcement Wait, nah I'm the one with an allowance That makes, every single damn person that be stepping to my neck and ain't really f**ing bout it; fake So take another number at the line of the deli, cause they trying to squash the beef Then you got down on your knees, cause you got it capishe, Geeze louise, please, can I get another f**ing week?! (Pre-Hook) (Hook) (Verse 2): Yeah, it's in the bag, the burlap of raps Running circles around these haters until my legs have collapsed Bring it back, everybody act fast, that mafietic mind-state Say a prayer at black ma** It's the water-boarding ordinance, the importance is The president had to called me up to bomb your coordinates I pay respect, you pay the check, we gave you sleep, so you pay the rest While I was working up at five in the morning Devising my courses, the god of immortals All of you ba*tards ain't never seen me take no breaks In the eyes of the normal I was lacking the formal pigment that triggered the right to own a f**ing gold chain So finger f** the confusion held by my own race Running and gunning, I take this sh** back to home plate Wait, you say that I'm your brother But I never heard you mutha f**as say the word 'hombre' (Hook)