Can't Stop Me

[Hook]

(Nothing's gonna stop, nothing’s gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop me)

This that head-bob music right here, boy

Yo, pay the fuck attention man

[Verse 1]

Five to this muhfucka

Hands high, get live to this muhfucka

Cause they tellin lies in this muhfucka

Shit, but I won't forfeit, my hood is on my back like it ain’t cold enough for it

Hell's Kitchen, mission is one of possibility

So solely material success don't appeal to me

Since I started rappin for the hell of it, why would I give a fuck if I only sell a bit?

But incidentally I'm exponentially ahead of these enemies of the real

So they dreadin these deadly flows that ain't no rapper safe from, even those with longevity

Cause I'm on the hills, like Beverly

So why would I listen to what you tellin me?

I'll school all those whose thought process elementary

My team way stronger than yours so no wonder you be upsettin me

But I'm tryin not to let it get to me cause

[Hook]

(Nothing’s gonna stop, nothing’s gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop me)

Like you could try to stop me, I mean like you could conceive of it but, nah

[Verse 2]

I’m sporadically scholastic

Passively active, galactically out of this world wit a stunning vernacular

It's spectacular, young bachelor

And hey now, I'm a rockstar so she either givin mouth or I'm smashin her

And do I ride for my dogs? No Shih Tzu

But we more like pitbulls, more like them dudes who bend rules and get rude

So when we enter venues dudes egos shrink like that person that you vent to

[Hook]

(Nothing’s gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop, nothing's gonna stop me)

Yo man like I don't get it, like what, what don't you understand?

Like I don't give a fuck bro, like there's no challenge you can, like, nah

[Verse 3]

Spit crack like a pipe now

Hoes get pipe now and dudes get piped down

White chow, but I'm white hot on the mic now

And these dudes ain't warmed up so they tight now

Not the bottom but I started from the medium

I'm headed to the top though, yall more like the median

Dudes who said that I was average like, “I ain't mean that”

Do you hear the range that he has? Man, he raps

So he's back with the bullshit

Like D. Rose's knee, hoes'll be jockin on cause my poetry

And the foes'll be approachin me like “Woah is me, Craft, we knew your flow was deep”

Yeah right, yall ain't notice me

But fuck yall apologies, I don't need a co-sign, fuck trigonometry

I'll do this on my own til my shit is undeniable

And if you on the fence about me, shit then I'll decide for you

And that's it man, I'm done

I had to give talkin shit a try

How'd I do?