Can’t Stop

Huh?
Naw, for real
(MIA JAY C)
1 a.m. LA time
Huh?

Niggas always wanna ride at the end
If you ain't down with me, you cannot be my mans
If you spin and that nigga still alive, go again
I'll spin a nigga bend, you can see it in my grin
I'm a seven-figure nigga, now I'm tryna make it ten
Gotta stay away from niggas that don't wanna see you win
Bitches love fuckin' on me, I ain't stingy, I'll spend
Niggas always tough as hell 'til we put 'em in that blend
Everybody really on that 'til a nigga end up dead
Everybody ride with you 'til you get hit in your head
Got some niggas ridin' with me I know spinnin' every time
If a nigga play with me, they know I'm spendin' every dime
Ever since that one shit happened, I got murder on my mind
Labels say they got some M's for me, I just gotta sign
Nigga, all my bitches fine
Nigga, all my whips foreign, look like I should go to prom
Sling the AK out the window, man, this bitch sound like a bomb
Got a whole lot of money, but, yeah, I ain't got no time
I was gettin' money when my favorite rapper was Delon
She don't really know me, but she keep on callin' me Trevon (Huh?)
I can't believe I got rich friends
I'm franchise now, used to be the sixth man (Huh?)
These niggas tryna take me under like some quicksand
Man, the 'bows got me ballin' like the Pistons
I'm givin' free game, you just gotta listen (Huh?)
All this money got my mind blown
It's gon' be so many niggas dead before mine gone
Coach Skilla send a blitz from a different time zone
I'll never come outside again without my pole
Slap a drum on the FN, nigga, let's rock roll
Real hoodrat, a nigga still'll get socked on
Come on, all this violence got my head hurtin'
Spin a nigga block 'til I'm tired of my mans lurkin'
Swing the chop like Osama, I don't wear turbans
She say she don't think I got no feelings, but I swear I'm hurtin'
It's so hard to be a young nigga
It's so hard to stay out my feelings
It's so hard for me to stop spinning
No Percs, still a super gremlin
It's so hard to be a young nigga
When you comin' from the Murder Mitten
I was raised around all killers
It's so hard for us to stop killing
Gettin' money, fuck bad bitches
Fuck hoes, mind my business
We gon' ride, we ain't stealin'
You either criminal or a witness (Huh? Huh? Huh?)