Ace Hood

Ace Hood - 2-12-12

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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

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