Daniel Betancourt - Never Will It Stop lyrics

Never will it stop The 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust f** what ya heard You ain't countin' paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch [Verse 1: Pusha-T] Go-getter, I come from the corner like most n***as Now from afar, I toast n***as, roast n***as Anywhere, whichever the coast n***a Compare me to them 2 ghost n***as - Hail Mary Heart break when they tales fairy I kissed that girl and I likes it, like Kate Perry The tongue-tester, n***as on the corner Juggle Os for the king, like a jester Child of a lesser - God, so when I drop the top It's my way of feeling closer to the Lord Reaching for the heavens; 'till then, I settle for the 7 30 floors upper room key, at the Western With her on her back, and her on her knees My ghetto a** trying to pronounce they dungarees I say Raph, they say Raf Simon They think it's real cute while they giving me dome [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Liva. Heh, the cross I bear So fly in that purple label cloth I wear No matter the cost, I make Porsche like fear Every stitch, every seam, when I floss, y'all stare Ferrari 500 them horse I tear I circle, I veer, y'all pause like deer In the headlights, mami play red light, green light And hop that red torch I steer There's no law I've feared Arm glowin' like a roadside flare King-pin, so the soft I shared I carried, I huddled, I dared I muscled, I bled, I sweated, I teared Got crowned 'n got cheered You 10 Grand quarter-pound ration Went 36 flat, that's a asking Now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder -- Put in the dash in the fender Dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders [Hook: Pusha T] Never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Ever, never, never will it stop Never will it stop, the 50 in the duffel won't crush It settles to the bottom like dust f** what ya heard, you ain't countin' paper like us A million in the ceiling I can touch [Verse 3: Malice] And still don't nothing move but the money Nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the Mu-mmy With the return ensures the Second Coming So tongue-numbing n***a, you can bet your last Not a gram off either, you can bet your a**! I stay with the fifth, since n***as want to grab Fa**st-life, get it y'all is on the fast And them hoes never say no, 'less they on they rag Louie bags, I trick 'em with good faith In hopes they return the favor, with good face Mentally, my mind in a good place Wake up e'ery morning admiring landscape -- Hell, even my garage a menage Like my hoes exotic, same as my cars Million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals I got in the game in the bag like I'm Clause [Hook]