Can’t Stop

By Bad Move

On Call Me

Released on December 6, 2017

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[Verse 1]

I see beauty in disasters

Flames in the pastures

Estimate 4 years for me to get my bachelors

Slaves was working all they lives for they masters

And paved a way for me to graduate faster

Some people wait to wait other people hate to wait

My pace a race with Rock Lee with no ankle weights

Not a bakery but I can show you how to bake a cake

These other niggas bozos they give they face a paint

Rain won’t stop Sun won’t shine

Y’all gon hate I’m gon grind

He got his I got mine

I stated my fate I made my mind

I carried my weight I broke my spine

I shared my faiths And I spoke my mind

Made my plate It’s my time

Bit off too much for me to chew but fuck it I’m k9

I’m too bright and imma blind ‘em with my light shine

Imma great white you just heard it through the grapevine

Time is money I got time when I make time

Feelin all the pressure that’s the only way you make diamonds

This is real rap Other niggas fake rhymin

I’m top noodle in this bitch you just Top Ramen

Imma stay timeless till the day that they stop time

And bust a few caps in the game like a flock 9

Murder of my crows come flocks now

Stay strapped up like I’m hanging with the jocks now

Give me road blocks but I still can’t stop now

I might slow down but on the brake I won’t stomp down

Shotgun same thing in the front

Smoking on a 40

Sippin on a blunt

I shot you a text but yo line didn’t jump

La la la la la la la la


[Chorus]

Can’t stop, until the hip can’t hop

Can’t flop, wait on the shit it can’t drop

They hate us and they hate won’t stop

But they ain’t us so they ain’t at the top

Can’t stop, until the hip can’t hop

Can’t flop, wait on the shit it can’t drop

They hate us and they hate won’t stop

But they ain’t us so they ain’t at the top


[Verse 2]

Top of the morning to you You niggas super foolish

So inadequate at rappin shit it’s superfluous

I’m so immaculate plus I’m spitting stupid fluid through the tubes and loops and let you boom it and we call it music

I’m shooting like I’m hooping

The shit just like I’m pooping

I take a seat and play a beat and I start bobbin to it

I’m squeezing out a little Me when I start rockin to it

They say I’m hot like a pocket I’m a rocket stupid

Oops I think I meant a rocketship

Chip on a shoulder it’s good thing that I pocket chips

Monster meglo klepto vomit lager wit Bacardi fifth

And party at ya mama crib and mosh pit to apocalypse

Cardi B, Cartier, Playboi Carti, carti frames

Drinkin playin party games

Nigga we are not the same

Level up get with us

Krokadil angel dust

I just paid a Methodist Buddhist to read us Exodus

And we could never trust

You can’t eff wit us

Hands up cash out flip ya pockets up

This the brand new rock but you can’t rock wit us

My flow be icy like I’m going under hockey pucks


[Chorus]

Can’t stop, until the hip can’t hop

Can’t flop, wait on the shit it can’t drop

They hate us and they hate won’t stop

But they ain’t us so they ain’t at the top

Can’t stop, until the hip can’t hop

Can’t flop, wait on the shit it can’t drop

They hate us and they hate won’t stop

But they ain’t us so they ain’t at the top