[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 shit is the new dope
Drop my first verse, they fiendin' now
Y'all don't know the bullshit 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 fuck from around me I'm a be
[Chorus]
DattaWay (which way)
DattaWay (which way)
DattaWay
DattaWay (which way)
DattaWay (over there like)
DattaWay (aye)
Fuck how they feel (aye)
This shit is ill (aye)
I'm getting to it (aye)
Pushing that wheel
[Verse 2]
Money talk and that bullshit walk
Know your feet sore
I grind forever, shine forever, eat legal like a weed store
On my monster shit, 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 shit, trying to fuck a bitch a day
No talk, no bullshit, 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, fucking bitches at the same time
You my nigga, 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)
Fuck how they feel (aye)
This shit is ill (aye)
I'm getting to it (aye)
Pushing that wheel
[Verse 3]
Eastside's my hood nigga
Do this shit for my hood nigga
Get rich, ball out, then shoot it back to my hood niggas
Fantasized bout pocket size
My pockets wide, it's all good nigga
If you petrified or testified, I swear to God, I'm a deal with ya
Used to bomb shit, 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 nigga, 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)
Fuck how they feel (aye)
This shit is ill (aye)
I'm getting to it (aye)
Pushing that wheel

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