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what's stopping you - prota lyrics

what’s stopping you

from southern trapping dear mr. west how you sn*tched me
pull me back to reality see yo life as a casualty writing while on my balcony my baby sleeping on the third floor i’m downstairs rolling bags of weed
ain’t even gotta grab the keys you know i got the drive bumping hypnotize old line but still a big vibe you got d*mn right
i’m smoking blu cru bout to take nip flight
the city on my shoulders bout to see new heights
that boy josh on his black boy fly, i’m up in cali and he up in ny
that’s two 46 n*ggas, if we can do it tell me why you can’t try
you scared to fail or scared of leaving yo guys?
but now yo n*gga in prison and plus he going on 5
yo other homie on probation but he rolling that fire, and plus he roll with that fire
cause n*ggahs murdered yo homies mama and lеft her outside the daughtеr found her now my niece she ain’t right that sh*t f*cked up
so in my better days i gotta count my luck up, still a huge f*ck up to put on red and chuck up
catch a flight and see a game of kyrie out in rucker
head back to the bay to soak up son and let my dreads grow
ay do yo thang don’t let the feds know
i just saw a post that said i got the dope the low
oh sh*t that’s just an ad in cali, i’m high as f*ck i’m new this i’m smoking on blueberry cookies
i ain’t no f*cking rookie
i got grasp on life that make it real hard to breathe but you best believe like old sayings back in 03
adolescence thought boy i’m p cole need a pea coat breeze off the coast got the flow froze boy i’m too cold
too bi polar which me do you know?
i ain’t been the same since that shooting back at 24
i ain’t been the same since that pain had to let it go
i was off a pill in a range with a bad hoe
tryna sniff a mil meanwhile she was sniffing coke
i was h*lla low what was love i don’t even know
all i ever knew was no two people take the same road
i was in my booth writing rhymes tryna break the code
i ain’t have a clue what was coming when i broke the mold
twenty years old with my d*ck swinging from the flow
twenty years old i was with it trigger to my soul, tell me what you know n*gga
i’m off this double shot of brown liquor
i’m in my zone you better take a picture
i’m by myself you better keep up with her
i get some charming when i’m by myself, i get so charming when i’m out my sh*ll
i peeped her ring that sh*t straight from zales, that sh*t straight from sale
so i parallel double park that motherf*cker sideways
the ego bigger than beyoncé and kanye
you n*ggas weak i’m talking sunday to sunday
back in atlanta i just hopped off the runway
link up with jid then mediate to clear my feng shui n*gga got the sauce like picante try to keep up with the pace
i’m in my bag but that’s a whole other case, ay tell that b*tch she better stay in her place, while playing ari lennox
you know yo music ain’t sh*t if ain’t no prota in it
don’t hear me now but you’ll see in a minute

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