Nothing's Gonna Stop Me

[Intro] I want to start this one out by saying rest in peace to my brother Geno He was killed right in front of grandmother's window 21 years old Everybody else who died in the 'ville Lil Lloyd, Angelo, I know you watching over me, niggas [Verse 1] The high school dropout, no respect for anyone I defied the odds and made it to see 21 My CDs pound, the TV’s down If only my brother Geno could see me now I came a long way from them long days servin’ yay Thanks to Pharris you can hear my songs play every day It feels good, grimeyville gold in the streets I’m still hood, I show up to these shows 50 deep And every one of us strapped, get whacked you want play They all from the streets, and'll clap for Bump J Chicago gotta love me man it’s packed I’m on stage Squashed the beef, got a couple tracks from Kanye I might use 2 or 3, I got deals on the table But I’m taking my time just doin’ me I’ll be cool, watch me, I’m a winner And I know it sounds cocky but... [Hook] (Nothing’s gonna stop me) Nah, I’m no angel, but God must love me Shootouts close range and not a slug touched me Trust me I’m telling you, nothing I come from the gutter, the ground I have no choice but to come up I will not let my family down, now I ain’t fucking around [Verse 2] I been through it, hell yeah I swear to the Lord, I wish lil Lloyd was still here For real yeah, Dee got hit in his head He never got back his legs, he’s in a wheelchair Haz went in ’99, he still there Focused on his grind he grabbed that iron for that meal, yeah But they told, he shoulda known they was amatuers They got my mans locked in a box for 8 calendars Muhammad too, he had a mean crossover But he crossed over started ballin with them blues (them goons) Wrong move, he got knocked copped out for 6 He’s in 4 so, he’ll be home soon Angelo got set up, he tried to fight 'em I see his son, the little nigga look just like him And all these niggas watch me Think I’m worried ‘bout a nigga tryna pop me? [Hook] [Verse 3] Now I’m rappin’, they tell me put down the MAC-10 And give this shit a shot So I put it down Look around and a light bulb pop up I think about Big and Pac Two guys on top of the world, with all the controversy You can say them two brothers got shot by the world And just think, I’m still a shorty Jam Master Jay got popped up and he was damn near 40 I know, it’ll never stop That’s why I keep the metal cocked Let it pop shit if a nigga pop shit I ride to Big, I used to bump Pac’s shit I love ‘em like they was one of my mom and pop’s kids You figure it out, I got two shorties stuck in the ghetto I’m working on gettin’ ‘em out Till then I will not sleep, I’m just hustlin’, you copy? [Hook]