Nothing Is Stopping You

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you

I know I'ma get it, I just don't know how

Heart up on the stage, body in a crowd

Parents always tried to keep me home

But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on

What's up, Finally Famous, I had it on my jacket way back in high school

Know I wanted to be in them night clubs

And not all off in that night school

So me and my **** real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers

At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard shit like this

I woke up early on a Saturday

Said I'ma cash my check and hit some ass today

Hit the bank, my **** called me like, "Go rap for Ye

He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday

Yeah, man that shit sound stupid

Then I hung up on his ass then called him back like, fuck, let's do it

I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it

I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just led me to it

Like, "Let's do it"

(When I heard the songs he was doing)

(Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music)

Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches

Thanking God almighty condoms were invented

'Cause I had a yellow bone that could've came from out the Simpsons

Man, who claimed she never did it, yeah, right

But under these conditions she was with it

Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished

I been gone for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning

Fuck the hotel up, shit, she probably still in it

Getting rest that I be missing, but fuck it, I'm on a mission

Flight delayed like thirty minutes, now that's the shit that I hate

Now it's 8:30, I'm officially late

For that 8:00 spot, I know the program director hot

But I spit a freestyle that's so cold

That everyone in that bitch forgot

Now I'm running late for a soundcheck

And I heard the line's already to the lot

Walking out the station, and that's around the time that I 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 around

I say "Aye dawg, what you got?"

"Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot

Um, alright, stay young, renegade, they been afraid

Tryna follow me, get in a maze

Leave you Minute Maid

Um, I'm like young black Eminem

It's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan

Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them

And a buncha synonyms about how he was living and

I even let him finish it, I mean I can't lie, he was alright

But at his age, shit, so was I

So I give him my email on the fly and if his song's good, I reply, uh

Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith

In some thing you can't see, tell me how much do you believe

What you know about feeling something that you can't even touch

What you about smelling something that you can't even breathe?

But when the world drives you out and your gas tank is on E

And all the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith that you need

All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need

I'm sorry

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you

Nothing is stopping you

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you

Nothing is stopping you

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you

Nothing is stopping you, stopping you, stopping you