King Koncepts - No One's Stoppin lyrics

CHORUS I'll admit it I be gettin angry inside When nobody stops To give you a ride KARMACHI Remember my moms hooptie Honda Brake drums warped From when crew torched and swerved Mashin, no cash in The change bucket f** it, we'll ride Slide with no agenda in mind But freezing at the stop Is depressing- And testin my patience Marooned as a Haitian How many times Has fools gotten home keyed from Karma Chi But nobody can stop for me Bitterness Inhibits rhyme topics When I'm perbin Might not get home and that's whats really hurtin My values and morality Reality is nobody's trippin When ya skiddin To leave the riden with who? The bum next to you Wit a handshake and magnum Tall can and a squeegie This MCs Hungry with no money KING KONCEPTS As my mind lays back in the exhaustive Forces of THC My thoughts grow toxic Walk with me, on a fly by night type of operation Get it right Kon's on the mic I'm a controller but a king with no reality Leads to fatality I'm going insane Pulling all nighters just for the f** of it Evil forces in my cipher trying to be running sh** But I'm god I worked way too hard Trying to keep from stressin with lessons from Fard I helped so many And as they rise to the top, I'm stuck to the f**ing bottom I get to watch And playing off the first of the month Ain't gonna do for me ya see I gotta be all that I can be This world ain't demanding enough, as it is The governor wants to never see me outta where I live In the concrete jungle Filled with stone cold k**ers In the home of the Golden Fate, I rock silver And I'm so high CHORUS KARMACHI In the city buses sh**ty As hell, unclean Appointment unkempt Cuz I strike with a mic and a CD10 But then- Is that the client In the blue Subaru The notch you can't stand But fool You headed home not roamin Ronin with a dull sword Climbin out the car without a f**ing word Its ironic Karma, konapoic Utopia, is a from a dependent The kind of female You can't help offendin KING KONCEPTS Nothing else for me to rely on A touch of Krylon Where's my f**ing shoulder to cry on Cuz life is hard like rocks that post on the corner Scouer my pocket for a roach Empty Sundays lead to dreaded Mondays Learning life to dumb way- Cuz if I was really a hellafied gangster It'd be STICK UP STICK UP See my gats got the hiccups Teachers, waiting on me to fail graduating Ya betta k** that playa hating Red tapin' another radio station Who only play favorites All I got is my tribe CHORUS