Ace Hood - 2/12/12 lyrics
RIP Whitney Houston God bless her soul I'm just vibin' dog But for you haters Nothing's gonna stop me I swear to god Nothing's gonna stop me Andi, Kiko, Renegades Nothing's gonna stop me Nothing's gonna stop me Money talks so what's your conversation? Counting my blesses, my sweet elaborated Being broke ain't a joke, that feeling is devastating Night met ‘er so that force never stated Calculating every dollar bill Reminiscin', they missin' like someone not a mill Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still Look at my n***as loyalty's mad real That's cuz we got this from the bottom up Number slidin' in my homie momma truck We did what we had to do, we ain't give a f** Now we the n***as winnin' dog, wuddup? Ain't it funny how the time fly? Couple cars and a twenty story high rise Took a minute but sh** connecting like wi fi It's f** you to the n***as who sad my carrier died sh**, I'm livin' quite well On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking laughter tales With a Spanish mommy give me, I pursue the tails Ask me do I like it, poppy I'm like hell yea We da best the f**in' logo Just hope you get the picture when you take your photos Own a couple cars but I need one more though Felt I'm coming soon, real n***a yellow True, I'm just rappin' dog aye 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 In the studio, watching the Grammy's homie Pray today they nominate the one and only Probly 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 Story for respect my only ultimatum They ask me who 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 sh** Graduated high-school, college never in it Still I manage through seven figures with common sense And at the age of 52 my mama finally quit f** it right I never stop Found a way to motivate the n***as' block Whitney Houston died yesterday God bless ‘er, hope she end up at them heavy gates Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate In the mean time, let's let this marinate Yea, I'm just vibin' dog Oh yea (nothing's gonna stop me) Ain't nothin' gonna stop me man Nothing's gonna stop me I write poetry via Martin Justice will be served my brother But guess what Nothing's gonna stop me Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me) God bless Hood