Kanye West - Who Gon Stop Me Lyrics

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Until I die Imma fuckin ball - now who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me? Who gon stop me, huh?
Who gon stop me? Who gon stop me, huh?

Black cards, black cars, black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap: you know what that's for..
Who gon stop me huh?

Who gon stop me?
No brakes, I need State Farm
So many watches I need eight arms
One neck but got eight charms (who won stop me huh?)

Niggas talking, they bitchmade
Ixnay off my dicksnay
Thats Pig Latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me huh?
Last night aint go so well, got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
"Yes!" Tell Howard Casell
You're just a commentator if you gettin paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations you're just supposed to say none
Heard she fucked the doorman - well thats cool I fucked the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess thats on one basis
I only like green faces

Y'all weed purple, my money purple

Y'all Steve Urkel, Im Oprah's circle
I wrote the verse that I hope will hurt you

Who gon stop me hah? Beat the odds
Best the Feds, it wouldnt be wise to bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
Nightshift, six to six
Give me one shot, one pot
Ill show up in all white, Wearin no socks
No ceiling, new coupe
They know Im a dope boy, they dont have no proof
Im 3-steps-removed, I know how to move
Its looking like, I dont know how to lose
Im winning again, Im at the Wynn
Im at the table, Im gamblin
Lucky lefty, I expect a seven
I went through hell, Im expectin heaven
Im owed, I throwed
And I stuck to the G-code
Im here, oh yeah, I promise I aint going nowhere
Ok here, like a hare, like a rabbit
I like karats, Im allergic to havin bunny ears
Like broke - like nope
Like "ha" - I aint no joke
I cant be stopped, like nope, like nope!
To the beat Noah, two seats in the 911
No Limit on the Black Card
Told y'all I was gonna go HAM
Till ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses
Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you're growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life
Special shoutout to my old head
If it wasnt for your advice
A nigga would have been so dead
I'm living life til these niggas kill me
Turn this up if these niggas feel me
Im riding dirty, tryna get filthy
Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the MoMA, and I did all of this
Without a diploma, graduated from the corner
Y'all can play me for a muthafuckin fool if you wanna
Street-smart and Im book smart
Could've been a chemist cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me
And Imma stop when the hook start - hold up..

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