Who Gon Stop Me

This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the lord 'Til I die I'm a fuckin' ball Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me huh? Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me huh? Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads Whole lotta money in a black bag Black strap, you know what that's for? Who gon' stop me huh? Who gon' stop me huh? Who gon' stop me? No brakes, I need, State Farm So many watches I need eight arms One neck but got eight charms Who gon' stop me huh? Niggaas talkin', they bitch-made, ix-nay off my dicks-nay That's pig-Latin, itch-bay Who gon' stop me huh? Last night ain't go so well Got kicked up out the hotel Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert Yes! Tell Howard Cosell You just a commentator, if you get me paper Everybody I know from the hood got common haters In some relations, you just supposed to say none Heard she fucked the doorman Well that's cool I fucked the waitress Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess it's on one basis I only like green faces This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the lord 'Til I die I'm a fuckin' ball Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me huh? Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me huh? Black cards, black cars Black on black, black broads Whole lotta money in a black bag Black strap, you know what that's for Y'all weed purple, my money purple Y'all Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah circle I wrote the verse, that I hope will hurt you Who gone stop me huh? Beat the odds, beat the feds It wouldn't be wise, to bet against the kid Start me broke, I bet I get rich Night shift, six to six Gimmie one shot, one pot I'll show up in all white, wearing no socks No ceiling, new coupe They know I'm a dope boy They don't have no proof I'm three steps removed, I know how to move It's looking like, I don't know how to lose I'm winning again, I'm at the Wynn I'm at the table, I'm gambling Lucky lefty, I expect a seven I went through Hell, I'm expecting Heaven, I'm owed See I'm thorough and I stuck to the G-code I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't going nowhere Okay here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats I'm allergic to having bunny ears Like broke, like nope, like ha I ain't no joke, I can't be stopped Like nope, like nope Extend the beat Noah 2 seats in the 911 uh, no limit on the black card ah Told y'all I was gonna go HAM uh, to the ocean was my backyard eh No lies in my verses hey, please pardon all the curses hey Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless uh Middle finger to my old life ugh, special shout out to my old head uh If it wasn't for your advice uh, a nigga would have been so dead uh I'm living life, 'til these niggas kill me Turn this up, if you niggas feel me I'm riding dirty, trying to get filthy Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes Graduated to the MoMA And I did all of this, without a diploma Graduated from the corner, y'all can play me For a motherfuckin' fool if you wanna Street smart, and I'm book smart Could have been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart Only thing that can stop me is me, and I'm a stop when the hook start, hold up This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the lord 'Til I die, I'm a fuckin' ball Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me huh? Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me huh? Black cards, black cars Black on black, black broads Whole lotta money in a black bag Black strap, you know what that's for

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