Correction Paroles Ain’t No Way par Robert Glasper

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Ain't no way n***as still doubt me after this sh*t
Ain't no way you been here this long and still ain't rich
I done dumped my savings and my dreams like ayy
Pull up on your b*t*h like wait
Still talkin' slick like wait
N***a on the road, my escape
Humble as a b*t*h, but not today
Ridin' through the 6 without the Drac', but got the drape
Oh, oh, oh

Gotta take it slow, f**k up out my way
Been five years, still ain't took a break
I done did so much and still, I paved my way
Good poker face, do that sh*t with grace

Ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way
Ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way, ain't no way

I can't fake when b*t*hes smilin' in my face
Wanna take what I make? Too bad I do this sh*t with grace
Can't relate, take a break, and come back when it resonate
I raisе the stakes (Yeah), I put thе fire to the flame, I put the hater sh*t to shame (Ooh)
Such a shame, they can't break a b*t*h with what they say (B*t*h)
I wake up and I choose the money (Money), they wake up and they choose to hate (Huh?)
Can't mimic the image (Yeah), they don't know what to do (What?)
These b*t*hes been itchin' for an issue, couldn't fit in my shoes
So I got me some puff, and I got me a pump (Huh?)
And I shot me a punk, b*t*h, I'm poppin' the trunk (B*t*h)
B*t*h, my trunk in the front, pu**y poppin' and young (Yeah)
If I pull this chopper out when I shoot, b*t*h, better duck
Ain't no way n***as still doubt me after this sh*t
Ain't no way you been here this long and still ain't rich
I done dumped my savings and my dreams like ayy
Pull up on your b*t*h like wait
Still talkin' slick like wait
N***a on the road, my escape
Humble as a b*t*h, but not today
Ridin' through the 6 without the Drac', but got the drape
Oh, oh, oh

What's the real rules and regulations?
Like what's the conversation?
What you really sayin'?
Nah, for real, n***a
What you really sayin'?

Ain't no way I ain't gon' Shawshank from out the sh*t
Shovel snow, shiverin' in cold
I don't want the silverware, sh*t goes
I saw myself sinkin', shawty slipperyed the slope
My partner praise a lot and slang dope
My block the same, we rock the same clothes
Watch the same shows, readin' rainbows, f**k the same hoes
Keep the bank closed, let the thing blow like
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ain't no way this the way I'm livin' out my final days
I feel like JAY, chakra flowin' through me like a tidal wave
Rivals made to be a slave inside my suicidal page
Watchin' Paris with a H, we ain't where the Eiffel stay
Over the years, friends turn to enemies
Bullets curvin' left and right sort of like parentheses
Viciously, I can turn your sympathies to symphonies
And I can send you up the same day you try to sin for me
N***as be gettin' famous off of infamy
Infiltrate the industry by usin' my life to write a hit
At first, I used to fight this sh*t
Jiggaman made his first album at twenty-six
I pa**ed twenty-five, I was seventeen gettin' rich
Ain't no way I was gonna take what people sell me
Run the jewels 'cause I kill a mic on any LP
Trained up my body and soul, you can't derail me
Trust, between God and myself, they'll never fail me

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