Nothing is going to stop me [Brr
Nothing is going to stop me [Brr, brr, brr
From loving you [Brr
Gonna keep on loving you [Yeah
Nothing is going to stop me [Know what I mean?
From loving you [Baltimore sh#t
Gonna keep on loving you [Look]
If life’s a b#tch, I’ma shoot for it and I’m scorin’ her
So, what the f#ck I’m looking at?
You fall for euphoria
The “Top 5” holder and I’m aiming at the four of ya’
They told me, “Nah, you got it”
I said, “Bro, you got your four in your hand?”
I feel extorted from mankind
A fortress of landmines can blow up any second now
I kept a vow and swept the out
How I make it here? The squad, fam’
Hopin’ the Drac’ hits oppositions, it’s God’s Plan
With a large span, to kick a free
Different n#gg#s but both suckas’ Booker or Mr. T
I miss the brief encounters when someone might get a real cricket
Hittin’ motors like gun licenses, share the meal tickets
Still licketh’ on that p#ss#, though
I’m not a rookie, bro
I get it soft, the mushy, the cookie turn into cookie dough
The hook is solely for my people achin’, they sore
But, mentally, you feelin’ like no one relatin’ no more
I patiently sort through struggles, good rhymes
That’s what I’m forging, n#gg#
That’s why I called the project Good Times
I be with Florida n#gg#s
Gotta keep a order, it’ll help you in a relay
We all getting f#cked, rather you Michael or you CJ, dude
We know the PJ’s cool
But, homie, so is life
You roll the dices, seize your moves
And make your own despite the negatives
A G.O.A.T. in the making, just peep the evidence
Ain’t nothing finna stop another statement, it’s irrelevant, n#gg#
Yeah, irrelevant, n#gg#
Yeah [Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look
Twenty-three, Michael before all of the glory
Any MVP was once the underdog of the story, you hear me?
Determination earing placements at shows
Riled up, I made a move and then I set the fours down
Twenty-three, Michael before all of the glory
Any MVP was once the underdog of the story, you hear me?
I get it every which way
How you be talking with nothing to say?
Bodies keep chalkin’, I’m never the same
And the Devil keep walking up on me in plain sight
I write to get into the mood
I come to the light when ripping a tune
Your mumbling might be getting you through
But, what if they bright? Then what do you do?
I’m really a school for the loose screws
Going cuckoo, “,” when the flew by
Got a semi-auto and I shoot two guys
Two cry, gotta put ’em in a suit and tie
Nah, I’m playing, let me stop that though
Shit, I may not shoot but, I got that dough
And, I lay my truth when I got the dro’
And, my cup runneth over
How you stop that, bro? [Yeah
I’m feeling like Cena, you n#gg#s can’t see me
Kill the game cleaner like he was Houdini
Moving the beat like I’m using a Ouija
Dripping so much that you would think that it’s Fiji
Flashy, if need be
Leaves
We matching a fraction the grass at the meeting
Actually, off of the track, I’m a demon [Ooh
She like to eat on my meat [Yeah
And, that is misleading to me
Stay with the Ye like the Yeezy’s on feet
They used to say, “You should read ’em and weep”
But, I played all my cards and I’m leading the league
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