Ace Hood - 2-12-12 (Thoughts)

RIP Whitney Houston
God bless her soul
I’m just vibin’ dog
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
Night met ‘er so that force never stated
Calculating every dollar bill
Reminiscin’, they missin’ like someone not a mill
Still trippin’, this life I’m livin’ the dream still
Look at my niggas loyalty’s mad real
That’s cuz 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 carrier died
Shit, I’m livin’ quite well
On the beach I’m sippin’ wine and cracking laughter tales
With a Spanish mommy give me, I pursue 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 yellow
True, I’m just rappin’ dog 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: nothing’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 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
Cuz 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 a 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 heavy gates
Watching the Grammy’s just as they dedicate
In the mean time, let’s let this marinate
Yea, I’m just vibin’ dog

Oh yea (nothing’s gonna stop me)
Ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me man
Nothing’s gonna stop me
I write poetry via 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