Can't Stop

Dirt on my shoulders , feeling like I’m Jay-Z
Rhymes so crazy, pussy don’t amaze me
I’ll hit yo ass, then dash like Stacey
Then I’ll still make sure you make it home safely
I don’t want love, but I care about yo safety
If I get a mill, do you think that shit would break me?
Fuck it ima drop and see where that shit can take me
And shout out the last lil bitch that tried to play me
I’m grown now, and I’m bouta be on now
Big dreams, but I came from a small town
And when I blow up , don’t show up
Talking bout I used to suck all on his dick
And now I’m on his balls now
They want it all now, then it fall down
Till you walking by yourself with a fucking tall frown
So I can’t stop, won’t stop and if I fall down
Let these words pick me up as I put these bars down

I put my heart and my soul into this rap shit
I practice to get my flow shown around the atlas
I practice to be on MTV just like a catfish
This track list might have a nigga flying over traffic, ugh
Stay true and keep yo head up
Never told niggas I could rap cause niggas try to fill yo head up
With bullshit, make you wanna go grab a full clip
But think about yo family and the life they would get pulled in
From jail visits to phone calls, and long nights
Getting money put on yo books to get the calls right
And I ain’t never been convicted
I ain’t ever been evicted, so I really couldn’t you what them scars like
But I can tell you what them bars like
Seeing my Uncs behind a jail, before age of 12
I knew that shit wasn’t right, I couldn’t change smell
Now I only spit heat, like I was made in hell

I’m filled with confidence, and they ain’t stopping it
So who you rocking with?
I got the key to lock , and these niggas be popping it
I’m never dropping it, check out my oculus
My pockets thin, but I ain’t in a rush
I’m just tryna get pockets thick
I run tracks, y’all other niggas be on jogging shit
And I’m the shit, some of y’all niggas just be unclogging shit
My problem is, I be solving the problems, got no problems bitch
I’m like the sun, when I rise these niggas watching it
They only watching cause these haters wanna see me fall
Sportscenter bitch, and you about to see me ball
I won’t get blackballed, but you can squeeze these balls
I’m the shit, keep shitting, ima need 3 stalls
And when my CD fall, will I receive these calls?
A&R’s on the label , they don’t see these bars
I’m that flow that was missing, and y’all need these bars
Painting pictures of my life, these graffiti bars