2-12-12 (Thoughts)

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2-12-12 (Thoughts)

R.I.P Whitney Houston
God bless her soul
I'm just vibin' though
But for you haters

Nothing's gonna stop me
I swear to god
Nothing's gonna stop me
Andy, Kiko, Renegades
Nothing's gonna stop me
Nothing's gonna stop me

Money talks so what's your conversation?
Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated
Being broke ain't a joke, that feeling is devastating
Nightmare so therefore is never stated
Calculating every dollar bill
Reminiscin' they missin' like someone without a meal
Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still
Look at my niggas loyalty's mad real
That's cuz we got this from the bottom up
Remember slidin' in my homie momma truck
We did what we had to do, we ain't give a f***
Now we the niggas winnin' though, wuddup?
Ain't it funny how the time fly?
Couple cars and a twenty story high rise
Took a minute but shit connecting like wifi
And f*** you to them niggas who said my career died
Shit, I'm livin' quite well
On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking lobster tails
With a Spanish mami give me opposite of tails
Ask me do I like it papi I'm like hell yea
We da best the fuckin' logo
Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos
Own a couple cars but I need one more though
Phantom coming soon, real ni*** YOLO
True, I'm just vibin' though

Nothing's gonna stop me
I tell ‘em: nothing's gonna stop me
Yea, feel good when you comin' from nothin' homie
But I tell ‘er: nothing's gonna stop me
Swear to god (nothing's gonna stop me)
Starvation

In the studio, watching the Grammy's homie
Pray today they nominate the one and only
Prolly cry some tears at the ceremony
Only lord knows when they ready for me
Inspiration runnin' through my blood
Motivated from the fact I made through the mud
Kept my faith although they doubted when I lost my buzz
All over somethin' that I'm winnin' ain't gon show me love
In the street label me underrated
Starving for respect my only ultimatum
They ask me Hood that's why you goin' hard
Cuz I just want my mama off that boulevard
I come from a city where there ain't many stars
And given no pity promised them prison bars
Teachers said I won't amount a shit
Graduated high-school, college never went
Still I manage them seven figures with common sense
And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit
F*** it right I never stop
Found a way to motivate them niggas' blog
Whitney Houston died yesterday
God bless her, hope she end up at them heaven gates
Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate
In the mean time, let's let this marinate
Yea, I'm just vibin' though

Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me)
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me man
Nothing's gonna stop me
R.I.P Trayvon Martin
Justice will be served my brother
But guess what
Nothing's gonna stop me
Hold ya head man(nothing's gonna stop me)
God bless
Hood