"Not Stopping Me" lyrics
I can feel the room closing in
I can see the stars while I'm riding
Main problem, trying to stay up out the pin
If it ain't shackles on my wrist then they not stopping me
I don't give a fuck about them niggas want me dead
I made my bed so I'll lay inside my bed
With no problem
Wife inside the kitchen, oo, making me suhoor
You real so guess we thugging, treat your daughter like my daughter
I was front-line all them drills, nigga I was right there when they slumped em'
I was stuck inside the jail cell trying to wipe my tears with covers
It's cold inside this mother fucker, might need extra thermals
I'm the reason they bussed that nigga, I don't give 2 fucks about yo' buddy
The street had done got ugly, they didn't wanna slide when them niggas had jumped me
I had already pulled up Cristian Loub' too bloody I was already walking
Adderall look just like a B-Ball (Spaulding) but I ain't doing no balling
I had prayed the dope away, I had drunk some lean and then got nauseous
Hit my knees and pray to Allah, I made my WUDU in the faucet
Got carbons on carbons, my baby mommas keep calling but baby I'm grinding right now
Fulfilling my purpose, bae I been working and working, no I'm not doing you dirty, and dawg I promise to y'all
I been hurting like a mother fucker
Still come thru' flyer than a mother fucker
Flyer than a mother fucker
Ooooh, hide my pain behind designer'd garments
Mustard! Ketchup with me nigga
I land back in this city, get it right back jiggy
I kind of wanna' try something new like bae let me fuck yo titties
Everybody told me they love me, but no love I wasn't feeling
My daughters and my sons, didn't get birthed out by no bums
Treat my baby moms like royalty, my son gon' be one of them ones
She smell like Hershey kisses and plus her booty plump like plum
Put 93 inside that chamber, don't put a whole 100 in that drum
We can't jam when we collide
I done made it off all them drills, I'm thanking God
Hope angels wrap they wings around me when I'm gone
And I hope that I die old, but probably don't got too much longer to go
So oohhh
Ooh
Hear me when I'm calling
I hope God hear me when I'm calling
I hope Allah hear me when I'm calling
I hope he hear me when I'm calling
I hope I don't die before my mama
Hope my son raise up a beast and hope I see my babygirl walk cross the graduation stage
So I can say oh there go my baby
I ain't want no problem with none of them niggas baby
They tried to play me, fuck you mean why we bust his grape
Now dig him up, k*** him again, p*** on his gr***
James Brown Jr
I can see the stars while I'm riding
Main problem, trying to stay up out the pin
If it ain't shackles on my wrist then they not stopping me
I don't give a fuck about them niggas want me dead
I made my bed so I'll lay inside my bed
With no problem
Wife inside the kitchen, oo, making me suhoor
You real so guess we thugging, treat your daughter like my daughter
I was front-line all them drills, nigga I was right there when they slumped em'
I was stuck inside the jail cell trying to wipe my tears with covers
It's cold inside this mother fucker, might need extra thermals
I'm the reason they bussed that nigga, I don't give 2 fucks about yo' buddy
The street had done got ugly, they didn't wanna slide when them niggas had jumped me
I had already pulled up Cristian Loub' too bloody I was already walking
Adderall look just like a B-Ball (Spaulding) but I ain't doing no balling
I had prayed the dope away, I had drunk some lean and then got nauseous
Hit my knees and pray to Allah, I made my WUDU in the faucet
Got carbons on carbons, my baby mommas keep calling but baby I'm grinding right now
Fulfilling my purpose, bae I been working and working, no I'm not doing you dirty, and dawg I promise to y'all
I been hurting like a mother fucker
Still come thru' flyer than a mother fucker
Flyer than a mother fucker
Ooooh, hide my pain behind designer'd garments
Mustard! Ketchup with me nigga
I land back in this city, get it right back jiggy
I kind of wanna' try something new like bae let me fuck yo titties
Everybody told me they love me, but no love I wasn't feeling
My daughters and my sons, didn't get birthed out by no bums
Treat my baby moms like royalty, my son gon' be one of them ones
She smell like Hershey kisses and plus her booty plump like plum
Put 93 inside that chamber, don't put a whole 100 in that drum
We can't jam when we collide
I done made it off all them drills, I'm thanking God
Hope angels wrap they wings around me when I'm gone
And I hope that I die old, but probably don't got too much longer to go
So oohhh
Ooh
Hear me when I'm calling
I hope God hear me when I'm calling
I hope Allah hear me when I'm calling
I hope he hear me when I'm calling
I hope I don't die before my mama
Hope my son raise up a beast and hope I see my babygirl walk cross the graduation stage
So I can say oh there go my baby
I ain't want no problem with none of them niggas baby
They tried to play me, fuck you mean why we bust his grape
Now dig him up, k*** him again, p*** on his gr***
James Brown Jr
