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I can't stop-op-op-op 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 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 Yeah, who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me? 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 bitchmade, Ixnay off my dicksnay 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 SongtexteIn some relations you're 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 I can 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 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 Y'all weed purple, my money purple Y'all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah's circle I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you Who gon' 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 gamblin Lucky lefty, I expect a seven I went through hell, I’m expectin heaven I’m owed, I throwed 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 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 gonna go H·A·M, uh 'Til ocean was my backyard, uh No lies in my verses, hey Please pardon all the curses, hey Shit gotta come some way, fuck When you're growing up worthless uh Middle finger to my old life, uh Special shoutout 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, 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 muthafuckin fool if you wanna Street-smart and I’m book smart Coulda been a chemist cause I cook smart Only thing that 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'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 Aus Songtexte Mania