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2-12-12 (thoughts)

by Ace Hood


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 niggas 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 fuck
Now we the niggas winnin´ dog, wuddup?
Ain´t it funny how the time fly?
Couple cars and a twenty story high rise
Took a minute but shit connecting like wi fi
It´s fuck you to the niggas who sad my career died
Shit, 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 fuckin´ 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 nigga 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 shit
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
Fuck it right I never stop
Found a way to motivate the niggas´ 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





 

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