Can’t Stop

Huh? Naw, for real (MIA JAY C) 1 a.m. LA time Huh? Niggas always wanna ride at the end If you ain't down with me, you cannot be my mans If you spin and that nigga still alive, go again I'll spin a nigga bend, you can see it in my grin I'm a seven-figure nigga, now I'm tryna make it ten Gotta stay away from niggas that don't wanna see you win Bitches love fuckin' on me, I ain't stingy, I'll spend Niggas always tough as hell 'til we put 'em in that blend Everybody really on that 'til a nigga end up dead Everybody ride with you 'til you get hit in your head Got some niggas ridin' with me I know spinnin' every time If a nigga play with me, they know I'm spendin' every dime Ever since that one shit happened, I got murder on my mind Labels say they got some M's for me, I just gotta sign Nigga, all my bitches fine Nigga, all my whips foreign, look like I should go to prom Sling the AK out the window, man, this bitch sound like a bomb Got a whole lot of money, but, yeah, I ain't got no time I was gettin' money when my favorite rapper was Delon She don't really know me, but she keep on callin' me Trevon (Huh?) I can't believe I got rich friends I'm franchise now, used to be the sixth man (Huh?) These niggas tryna take me under like some quicksand Man, the 'bows got me ballin' like the Pistons I'm givin' free game, you just gotta listen (Huh?) All this money got my mind blown It's gon' be so many niggas dead before mine gone Coach Skilla send a blitz from a different time zone I'll never come outside again without my pole Slap a drum on the FN, nigga, let's rock roll Real hoodrat, a nigga still'll get socked on Come on, all this violence got my head hurtin' Spin a nigga block 'til I'm tired of my mans lurkin' Swing the chop like Osama, I don't wear turbans She say she don't think I got no feelings, but I swear I'm hurtin' It's so hard to be a young nigga It's so hard to stay out my feelings It's so hard for me to stop spinning No Percs, still a super gremlin It's so hard to be a young nigga When you comin' from the Murder Mitten I was raised around all killers It's so hard for us to stop killing Gettin' money, fuck bad bitches Fuck hoes, mind my business We gon' ride, we ain't stealin' You either criminal or a witness (Huh? Huh? Huh?)