Ace Hood - 2-12-12 (Thoughts) lyrics

RIP Whitney Houston God bless her soul I'm just vibin' doe 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 Nightmare so that force never stated Calculating every dollar bill Reminiscin', they missin' like someone on a mill Still trippin', this life I'm livin' the dream still Look at my n***as loyalty's mad real That's cause 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 career died sh**, I'm livin' quite well On the beach I'm sippin' wine and cracking lobster tales With a Spanish mommy give me the opposite 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 YOLO True, I'm just rappin' doe 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 (othing'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 it 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 Cause 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 to 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 heaven gates Watching the Grammy's just as they dedicate In the mean time, let's let this marinate Yea, I'm just vibin' doe 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) Oh yea man (nothing's gonna stop me) God bless Hood