2-12-12 (Thoughts)

[Intro] R.I.P Whitney Houston God bless her soul I’m just vibin’ though But for you haters [Hook] 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 [Verse 1] 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 nigga YOLO True, I’m just vibin' though [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 Fuck 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 [Outro] 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