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Who Gonna Stop Me
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Kanye West
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This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the lord Til I die I’mma f***in 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? Who gon stop me huh? Who gon stop me huh? Who gon stop me? No brakes, I need, State Farm So many watches I need 8 arms One neck but got 8 charms Who gon stop me huh? Niggaas talkin, they b**ch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay 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 f***ed the doorman Well that’s cool I f***ed the waitress Heard Yeezy was racist, Well, I guess that’s on one basis I only like green faces This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the lord Til I die I’mma f***in 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 Yall weed purple, My money purple Yall Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah circle I wrote the verse, That I hope will hurt you Who gone stop me huh? Beat the odds, Best the Feds It wouldn’t be wise, To bet against the kid Start me broke, I bet I get rich Night shift, 6 to 6 Gimmie one shot, One pot I’ll show up in all white, Wearing no socks No ceiling, New coupe They know I’m a dope boy They don’t have no proof I’m 3 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 gambling, Lucky lefty, I expect a 7, I went through hell, I’m expecting heaven, I’m owed, I’m throwed And I stuck to the G-code, I’m here, Oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere, Ok here, Like a hare, Like a rabbit, I like karats I’m allergic to having bunny ears, Like broke, Like nope, Like ha, I ain’t no joke, I can’t be stopped Like nope, Like nope To the beat Noah… 2 seats in the 911 No limit on the black card Told yall I was gonna go HAM, To the ocean was my backyard No lies in my verses, Please pardon all the curses Sh*t gotta come some way, F**k, when you growing up worthless Middle finger to my old life, Special shout out to my old head If it wasn’t for your advice, A ni**a would have been so dead I’m living life, Til these niggas kill me Turn this up, If these ni**as feel me I’m riding dirty, Trying to get filthy Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes Graduated to the MOMA And I did all of this, Without a diploma Graduated from the corner Yall can play me For a mother***in fool if you wanna, Street smart, And I’m book smart Could have been a chemist, Cause I cook smart Only thing that can stop me is me, And I’mma stop when the hook start Hold up This is something like the Holocaust Millions of our people lost Bow our heads and pray to the lord Til I die, I’mma f***in 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
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