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Nothing Is Stopping You

Big Sean

Hall of Fame [Deluxe Edition]

2013

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

was doing for years
Obama couldn’t make America great because he
Couldn’t be him to be who
He was black men have been slaves
Obama wasn’t allowed to do

up about something
You act like I was asking for too much
But you hit me up
Every time you wanted something
How you even letting that come out of yo

of the blue, the one in the black
Get shot down for nothing
I just don’t know, it feel like some nonsense
Feel like some bullshit
Please tell me something i need

Ring Road

Underworld

Oblivion with Bells

2007

I want you to be the way I want you to be and when you're not it hurts me like shredded tape, something sticky for security wrapped tight around

That's all I'm saying though
Most of us came from that same situation, know what I'm saying
But that ain't never stop us though
Ay Black, you riding

bitch asking for help time or currency loser never earning b micfiendz the only thing concerning me, micfiendz The only things concerning me what up ham

bitch asking for help time or currency loser never earning b micfiendz the only thing concerning me, micfiendz The only things concerning me what up ham

[Akon:]
I dont like to fuss or fight
Just trying to live life rightt
Don't take my kindness for weakness
Cuz i will take your life....
At first i will walk

the beast within
I can't take this anymore
Always thinking what am I living for
Know its taken over when I hit the floor
Better what your back this beast

the task to take the bigger the frog to eat
Piece by piece hurray, beat the meat we say

All we asking for is get shit done, get shit done, get shit done

I'm dead
cnd If anybody's asking tell em I've been in the lab 

Count it up 
Count it up 
Count it up 
(Count it up all day)
Take your time 
With your

haunted by the ones that got away
I'm searching for answers in a world full of lies
Trying to decipher the truth
behind the disguise
But no matter how hard

a next track
Paying for your plays
You got nothing more
Compact disc culture
Know exactly where to get to that
We don't count the plays
We got something

to turn the screw
Sometimes just for fun
How did we get here?
How do we come undone?
How do we get back
Scratch away the black marks
One by one by one

something
Dear God could you tell me when is my day coming
Dear God, I got problems I cannot break from it
My demons they stay coming
I know my mom prays for

black
Making us fight each other for success
And even then we're supposed to expect racial disrespect
So we become stressed
No right way to earn this

drive me loco
Tell em all the facts if you gon tell at all
Got a passion for racks let em stack so we ball
All black cadillac go skrrt on the road
Let's

her twice or something, got that cream on me she bluffing
I got my money stacking, to heaven I ain't capping
I did it got no helping, hug my momma, she

praying to the Lord for a better day
Yeah Yeah
I'm a dreamer
Tryna make a couple tunes for the speaker
And I'll be asking "Where was you when I need ya?"

Everything you going through 
Building you up for something big bro
Look at that in a positive way bro
You can't just always see it for the negative

hit the news the second it gets violent,
And father prosecuted for protection of his own,
But at that point, Y'all done and birthed another Black

one track, its impossible for colliding
But it would never matter, because the consistent theme
Is that it's different, but it's not better to be black

business something u should've mixing
You can't be down if you ain't active
Don't hop in that car if you ain't packing black on black matted down with