[Intro: Pusha T]

Big shout-out to the Re-Up Gang

All of the Re-Up Gang

I'm talking to my niggas in the street right now

You know, they love to hate us

You know

E-everybody in the game who

Who they've been sayin' for the past ten years is going to jail

They've been wishin' jail on us for the past ten years

That's crazy, right? Haha!

I love it though

Fuck 'em

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

Tell me, how could you go against the lord's will

Count my blessings every time them Yokohama's squeal

Or that engine purr, that fur feline feel

Death to haters so I gives it to them overkill

Over kill chill in chains like field niggas

You know my roots, my history's revealed nigga

Straight fish scale, all I'm missing is gills

The rosé spills on that eel skin [?]

Thousand gram relay, we just passin' the baton

Niggas runnin' the race just to settle for Solange (second)

Every bitch love 'em, they just sit and discuss 'em

He just they closest thing to heaven, only god's above 'em

Keep the devil below me, getting money to show me

I ride the 'rari, hopped over the Aston, I'm Kobe

They wishin' death, as they see my worth escalate

I'm driven by the disgusting niggas, so I welcome hate

[Hook]

Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us

What you gonna do right now, you can't run

We need the boss in you, we've lost this year

Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no

Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us

What you gonna do right now, you can't run

We need the boss in you, we've lost this year

Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no

[Verse 2: No Malice]

Imma leave it in my memoirs, Chauffeurs and foreign cars

Lines 'round the building the fan's paying homage

The charms resilient, the women too willin'

Barcelona, Spain on the beach, the sun's brilliant

I give to the hood, I pose with the children

Even though I got ties to the rock like a pilgrim

I got guns and papers to conceal them

Once revealed the fury is unyieldin'

'Til then, steppin' out the coupe like I'm in slow mo

Play Cloths, fucking up the game like I'm Romo

Lord knows them hoes is my Goliath

They already know, come to daddy and imma buy it

Under the palm trees, you feeded my papaya

The latest in Louie bags, [?]

[?] three times 'for the rooster crows

To the fed's it ain't mine, let the truth be told

[Hook]

Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us

What you gonna do right now, you can't run

We need the boss in you, we've lost this year

Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no

Nothing gonna stop us now, you can't stop us

What you gonna do right now, you can't run

We need the boss in you, we've lost this year

Cause ain't nobody doing you're thing, we do, oh no