Nothing Can Stop Me

[Intro: Mac Miller] Ayo, Brody I don't think they stoppin' us right now (Uh), haha, uh [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Nothin' can stop me, I'm way too cocky (What?) Turn you into chopped meat, in hockey, I'm Crosby (What?) Sidney, all of y'all ain't fuckin' wit' me when I'm rackin' 'Cause you're, you Alex Ovechkin (Bitch), haha And I'm all sorts of nice You the type to get strangled by a cordless mic (Haha) You think you buzzin', I ignore your hype Freestylin' 'cause your ass can't afford to write (You're wack, haha) And me, well, I do boast, but I'm too dope Your whole crew chokes 'cause they know I chew most (Most) Blue smoke and it's rolled in a cigar Your girl wanna let me hit 'cause she know that I'm a star (Baby) You wack and can't spit, trapped in sandpits You scruffy as a mutt, rockin' hats with dandruff, ha I rolled a whole zip, blow it in the air (Air) I spit cancer, now you losin' all your hair (Hair) [Chorus: Mac Miller & Yung Brody] I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Brody, haha) You need to let 'em know I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go ('Kay, ayo, Mac) You need to let 'em know (Listen, I said) [Verse 2: Yung Brody] Cops tryna knock me, no one can stop me (Nah-uh) Niggas look a little sloppy (Yeah), I'm swingin' like Rocky Strapped like an armed robbery, I'm robbin' [?] I'm arrogant, athlete, ride bitches like jockeys Yeah, I'm quicker than fast, gettin' rid of this cash Chopper in my hand just to split your fitted in half I'm hungover, bent, plus a hundred percent Nice Catholic boy, so I cooked your mother for lent Rich nigga shit, yeah, like I'm listenin' to Gucci Pop three shells, leave 'em fizzin' like a roofie (Okay) Man I'm just up under the sets, and I'm comin' to next Pushin' numbers like 1-800-COLLECT (Yes) Yah [Chorus: Mac Miller & Yung Brody] I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go (Ayo, Brody, haha) You need to let 'em know I stand strong, nothin' gon' stop me We got the verses, Big Jerm got the hot beat We gon' blow, 'bout to let it go ('Kay, ayo, Mac) You need to let 'em know