No Way to Stop Me

[Intro: Royce] From as far back as I can remember Me and my man Vishis We was always taught to shoot for the stars The game is ours, M.I.C. (c'mon!) [Chorus 2X: Royce Da 5'9"] Can't nobody stop me, uh-uh No way to stop me, uh-uh Can't nobody stop me, uh-uh Ain't no way to stop me, uh-uh [Royce Da 5'9"] Long as the checks stay ill and the records stay real I'ma definitely never see how second place feels I'm a striver, I learn from my father to burn like lava I am a survivor, the problem Is that, even as a kid I've been meanin To be the, heir to the chair that the king's in I vowed to myself that, I wouldn't melt I will rise to the top, of the pile myself {"C'mon!"} Can't nobody stop my wealth My dreams or, team up without my help For sure it's better to chase ya I base this, on pure competitive nature Waitin, for the day that we make plans To compete, win or lose shake hands These are the views of the dudes of tomorrow who will win Cause they shoot for the stars and refuse, to lose! [Chorus] [Kid Vishis] Yeah, yeah As long as the checks stay ill and the records stay real I'ma definitely never see how second place feel Got the mind of a rhymer, conquer your roster Squad full of mobsters as hungry as a hostage Yeah, I will never fear Cause I need to succeed, you could tell in my stare That I care if I lose, I'm a winner so I move with a vision Never fool with the timid, rather learn so I listen {"C'mon!"} Can't stop my mission Too vicious for you who step into the trenches Raw, talent - never back down Bring the challenge, I'ma leave standin Laughin at y'all faces cause y'all mad But dirty looks, will never shake this man Full steam ahead for the cake, for the bread 'til I'm fed Go hard at 'em all and refuse, to lose! [Chorus] {"C'mon! C'mon! C'mon!"} [Royce Da 5'9"] + (Kid Vishis) Long as the checks stay ill (and the records stay real) I'ma definitely never see how (second place feel) The league (the teams) fatigue (breathe) Believe in song {"C'mon!"} For sure it's better to chase ya I base this, on pure competitive nature (You can lose your shoes) Givin crews the blues (Go hard at 'em all and refuse, to lose!) [Chorus]