(Sample)
"Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop me"
[Verse 1]
Cuz the sound's so amazing, amazing
Like the sound of the voice of Marvin Gaye
Singing a song of choice I'm saying
n*ggas still find a way to hate the plate you was making
Cuz the beats is dangerous, and the rhymes is crazy
And my flow is on that new age sh*t
So I'm like, damn how can they hate this
But n*ggas still can't relate like two kids that ain't kin
But I know the flow it can't be stopped
Maybe not, burnt Cajun flaming hot sh*t
n*ggas start laying like ? with they face to the floor
And prayin', hoping I don't make sh*t
They shake when my feet start pacing the floor
From back and forth anticipating
My next line, this torture, scorchin' ya faces
That might be a quote in the source pages
"Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop me"
[Hook: Ahk]
Come and f*ck with your mans, blaze up the gas, cups in your hands
Going for the crown it's the world renowned
Came thru the door and we SHUT sh*t DOWN (2X)
"Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop me"
[Verse 2]
The backseat driven, the Black beat riffin'
They all rap, but when it's Black it seem different
They call back-up, n*ggas need they teams wit 'em
We nod back and can't move my teams pivot(?)
Stack the green then I throw it in a the pot
Stay flyer then the witches broom floating in the sky
Going to the top like a ballon that's floating outside
And your hand can't grab the string tied to it
Rhymes congruent, yeah I still rhyme fluent
Just because I do beats, n*ggas thought I might lose it
Nope, I'm still tight to it
Like two dykes with strap-ons tied to them
Hell yeah I got something to prove, and I might prove it
I need five mics and my money tight Jewish
Money like white women last name Stewart, but
First name Martha, I make money off ya
You can't stop me
"Nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop me"
[Hook]