Dattaway Lyrics - Iam4ev3r

[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 

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[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] 

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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