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I can't stop | I can't stop | This is something like the Holocaust
I can't stop I can't stop This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the Lord 'Til I die I'ma 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? Yeah, 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? Niggas talking, 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 getting 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 that'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'ma fucking 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 Ya'll weed purple, my money purple Ya'll Steve Urkel, I'm Oprah's circle I wrote the verse that I hope'll 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 Give me one shot, one pot I'll show up in all white wearin' 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 expectin' heaven, I'm owed 'Cause I'm dough, and I stuck to the G-code I'm here, oh yeah, I promise I ain't goin' nowhere Okay, here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats I'm allergic to havin' 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 Two seats in the 911, uh No limit on the Black Card, uh Told y'all I was gon' go H.A.M., uh 'Til the ocean was my backyard, uh No lies in my verses, hey Please pardon all the curses, hey Shit gotta come in some way, fuck When you growing up worthless, uh Middle finger to my old life, uh Special shoutout to my oldhead, 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, tryna get filthy Pablo 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've been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart Only thing can stop me is me, hey And I'ma 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 fucking 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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