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