Big Sean - Nothing is Stopping You (OG Webbie Remix) lyrics

I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd Parents always tried keep me home But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on Whats up, Finally Famous I had it on my jacket way back in high school Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school So me and my n***as real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard sh** like this I woke up early on a Saturday Said I'mma cash my check and hit some a** today Hit the bank, my n***a called me like: "Go rap for Ye He at the station, rap that sh** that you rap everyday" Man, that sh** sounds stupid then I hang up on his a** Then called him back like "f**, let's do it" I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my a** pursuit it I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it Like, "Let's do it" When I heard the songs he was doing Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging b**hes Thanking God Almighty condoms were invented Cause I had a yellow bone That could've come from out the Simpsons man Who claim she never did it (Yeah right) But under these conditions she was with it Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished I been gon for five hours, f**, my head still spinning f**ed the hotel up, sh** she probably still in it Getting rest that I be missing, but f** it I'm on a mission Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that's the sh** that I hate Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold That everybody in that b**h forgot, now I'm running late for sound check And I heard the line's already to the lot, walking out the station And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme Manager said we ain't got time, but time to time You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back around I say "Aye dawg, what you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been afraid Tryna follow me get in a maze, leave you minute maid Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them And the bunch just synonyms about how he was living in I ain't even let him finish sh**, I mean I can't lie he was alright But at his age, sh** so was I, so give him my email on a fly And if it sound good, then I reply uh Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith In something you can't see, tell me how much do you believe What you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe But when the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E All the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith that you need All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need I'm sorry