Kanye West

Kanye West - Who Gon Stop Me lyrics

rate me

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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