Who Gon Stop Me

[Produced By Kanye West, Mike Dean & Sak Pase] [Refrain: Flux Pavilion] I can't stop-op-op-op I can't stop [Chorus: Kanye West & JAY-Z] This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the Lord 'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh? Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh? Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads Whole lotta money in a black bag Black strap: you know what that's for [Bridge: JAY-Z, Kanye West & both] Who gon' stop me, huh? Who gon' stop me, huh? Yeah, who gon' stop me? No brakes, I need State Farm So many watches, I need eight arms One neck but got eight charms Who gon' stop me, huh? [Verse 1: Kanye West] Niggas talking, they bitch-made, ixnay off my dicksnay That’s Pig Latin, itch-bay; who gon' stop me, huh? Last night ain’t go so well, got kicked up out the hotel Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert, "Yes!" Tell Howard Cosell You just a commentator if you getting paper Everybody I know from the hood got common haters In some relations, you just supposed to say none Heard she fucked the doorman Well, that’s cool, I fucked the waitress Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that’s on one basis I only like green faces [Chorus: Kanye West & JAY-Z] This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the Lord 'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh? Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh? Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads Whole lotta money in a black bag Black strap: you know what that's for [Bridge: Kanye West & JAY-Z] Y'all weed purple, my money purple Y'all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah's circle (Yeah, yeah, let's go) I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you [Verse 2: JAY-Z & Kanye West] Who gon' stop me, huh? Beat the odds, beat the Feds It wouldn’t be wise to bet against the kid Start me broke, I bet I get rich Night shift: six to six Give me one shot, one pot I’ll show up in all white, wearin' no socks No ceiling, new coupe They know I’m a dope boy, they don’t have no proof I’m three steps removed, I know how to move It's looking like I don’t know how to lose I’m winning again, I’m at the Wynn I’m at the table, I’m gamblin' Lucky lefty, I expect a seven I went through hell, I’m expectin' heaven I’m owed, 'cause I'm dough, and I stuck to the G-code I’m here, oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere Okay, here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats I’m allergic to havin' bunny ears, like broke, like nope Like ha, I ain’t no joke I can’t be stopped, like nope, like nope Extend the beat, Noah (...and pray to the Lord), uh [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Two seats in the 911, uh No limit on the Black Card, uh Told y'all I was gonna go H·A·M, uh 'Til the ocean was my backyard, uh No lies in my verses, hey Please pardon all the curses, hey Shit gotta come in some way, fuck When you're growing up worthless, uh Middle finger to my old life, uh Special shoutout to my old head, uh If it wasn’t for your advice, uh A nigga would have been so dead, uh I'm living life til these niggas kill me Turn this up if you niggas feel me I’m riding dirty, tryna get filthy Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes Graduated to the MoMA And I did all of this without a diploma Graduated from the corner Y'all can play me for a muthafuckin' fool if you wanna Street-smart and I’m book-smart Coulda been a chemist 'cause I cook smart Only thing that can stop me is me, hey And I’ma stop when the hook start, hol' up [Chorus: Kanye West & JAY-Z] This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the Lord 'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh? Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh? Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads Whole lotta money in a black bag Black strap: you know what that's for