IAM4EV3R - DattaWay lyrics

[Verse 1: IAM4EV3R] I don't fear nothing, not even God Boy my hood's like Vietnam For a couple bucks in my bleeding palms, what we had to do & we eatin' now Learn the ropes, got the meaning now Hard life got me meaner now Now my music sh** is the new dope Drop my first verse, they fiendin' now Y'all don't know the bullsh** I've been tho, seen around Got us babysitting, pacifying, blowing kush, leaning now Just to fight back the demons in our heads screaming out Screaming loud, gotta screen em' out Another day, what we dream about Gotta get there first Then another safe with a mean amount Stead another hearse It's a long road the greenest mile We don't wanna thirst, we need the Nile Everything in abundance, here and now They don't wanna work hard to get it, they think it come easy, they in denial Get the f** from around me I'm a be [Chorus] DattaWay (which way) DattaWay (which way) DattaWay DattaWay (which way) DattaWay (over there like) DattaWay (aye) f** how they feel (aye) This sh** is ill (aye) I'm getting to it (aye) Pushing that wheel [Verse 2] Money talk and that bullsh** walk Know your feet sore I grind forever, shine forever, eat legal like a weed store On my monster sh**, they call me Egor We could go to war, you'll bleed more Have you pussies wetter than a seashore Don't come around here better detour DattaWay On my Eazy-E, never put my gat away In the daytime, like a matinee You on ya 2Pac, searching for a better day No witness, that's how I get away On my Wilt sh**, trying to f** a b**h a day No talk, no bullsh**, no play On my get rich, got me back to pitching yay Screaming I hope I don't go back But I did though, gotta get it how I live though My ribs touch I send it thru ya ribs slow Real slow, what I live for, getting money, f**ing b**hes at the same time You my n***a, you could hit me on the main line Guess it's hard for you to catch me in the daytime I'm gone [Chorus] DattaWay (which way) DattaWay (which way) DattaWay DattaWay (which way) DattaWay (over there like) DattaWay (aye) f** how they feel (aye) This sh** is ill (aye) I'm getting to it (aye) Pushing that wheel [Verse 3] Eastside's my hood n***a Do this sh** for my hood n***a Get rich, ball out, then shoot it back to my hood n***as Fantasized bout pocket size My pockets wide, it's all good n***a If you petrified or testified, I swear to God, I'm a deal with ya Used to bomb sh**, Al-Qaeda ties Molotov, and still wit it Celebrate, mazel tov, blow the froth, then hit it Knock em' off for popping off & talking loud, we don't talk Poppin' jaws & talking off yo noggin' now you won't walk We don't have no feels wit it, on the inside, we numb It be neutralized a lot of times, when it's time to ride, we go dumb WarCity my city n***a, if you want war, you in the right place Mickey City, you'll get slipped a Mickey, while we sittin', smilin' in yo damn face And meanwhile I'm a be [Chorus] DattaWay (which way) DattaWay (which way) DattaWay DattaWay (which way) DattaWay (over there like) DattaWay (aye) f** how they feel (aye) This sh** is ill (aye) I'm getting to it (aye) Pushing that wheel