The Way It Goes by Aku$e Lyrics
Ay yo, Hop Inside The Ride Leave you City Come to Mines
Take a trip Around My Area Home Of 805
Medicated rolling blunts Clouds Up in the sky
Fingers twisted in the middle Represent West Side
Got my Chuck taylors On Fresh T, Fitted 501's Ounce of kush On
Deck Grinding up the fatest Nuggs Hash oil spread Around blaze with Me until
Your fucked up sesssion now in progress time to spark up these blunts
I don't dress to impress but all the Answers I recieve Are "YES"
Not A Single clue of knowing what will happen Next, No Chains On my Neck
Swag I layed it down to Rest with my own, I don't have to shuffle everytime I Step
Got Bitches on my jock even when I ain't suppose too the Obvious Is Shown
Hoes be Acting Like They know You, Once they catch A Glance of At both Greens
We be holding bitches on our Nuts fuck with Us they'll Be Rolling
[Chrous 2x]
This How It Goes, up in The West Coast (up in the west coast)
We chugging 4-O's, (we chugging Fourty's)
My eyeys Staying Low, (Twist without A worry)
Lost in these clouds oh wait, this shit is Smoke Stay Alert
Double Money up refuse on being Broke Have A Seat write Some Notes
Quote your Favorite Do it Ho, Got these Other Unskilled punks Still knocking On my Door
Started Off With nothing what I'm witnessing is something on a road towards the Fortune
All these Red Light I Keeep Running, thinking they had stopped Me?
Hell NO they'll NEVER Drop Me now the same motherfuckers be demanding for some Copies
Only Being Real on How they used to doubt Me Cashing money In & Out
Still they know Nothing About Me, Like My Homies Boner Said "I'm Lazy I'm Slouching"
Doing this shit on my Own, there was no one there to help Me
Independent On my own 19 Doing well Down payment on a ride from them Mixtapes
I Done Sell, Dancing with the devil shit Might Even Go To Hell
Surrounded By these Demons On A Mission I plan to Never Fsil
[Hook 2x]
Take a trip Around My Area Home Of 805
Medicated rolling blunts Clouds Up in the sky
Fingers twisted in the middle Represent West Side
Got my Chuck taylors On Fresh T, Fitted 501's Ounce of kush On
Deck Grinding up the fatest Nuggs Hash oil spread Around blaze with Me until
Your fucked up sesssion now in progress time to spark up these blunts
I don't dress to impress but all the Answers I recieve Are "YES"
Not A Single clue of knowing what will happen Next, No Chains On my Neck
Swag I layed it down to Rest with my own, I don't have to shuffle everytime I Step
Got Bitches on my jock even when I ain't suppose too the Obvious Is Shown
Hoes be Acting Like They know You, Once they catch A Glance of At both Greens
We be holding bitches on our Nuts fuck with Us they'll Be Rolling
[Chrous 2x]
This How It Goes, up in The West Coast (up in the west coast)
We chugging 4-O's, (we chugging Fourty's)
My eyeys Staying Low, (Twist without A worry)
Lost in these clouds oh wait, this shit is Smoke Stay Alert
Double Money up refuse on being Broke Have A Seat write Some Notes
Quote your Favorite Do it Ho, Got these Other Unskilled punks Still knocking On my Door
Started Off With nothing what I'm witnessing is something on a road towards the Fortune
All these Red Light I Keeep Running, thinking they had stopped Me?
Hell NO they'll NEVER Drop Me now the same motherfuckers be demanding for some Copies
Only Being Real on How they used to doubt Me Cashing money In & Out
Still they know Nothing About Me, Like My Homies Boner Said "I'm Lazy I'm Slouching"
Doing this shit on my Own, there was no one there to help Me
Independent On my own 19 Doing well Down payment on a ride from them Mixtapes
I Done Sell, Dancing with the devil shit Might Even Go To Hell
Surrounded By these Demons On A Mission I plan to Never Fsil
[Hook 2x]