Nothing Is Stopping You (feat. Kanye West)

Big sean:

I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how

Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd

Parents always tried keep me home

But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on

Whats up, finally famous

I had it on my jacket way back in high school

Know I wanted to be in them night clubs

And not all off in that night school

So me and my niggas real life'd it

Every week we did them cyphers

At the radio, had a crazy flow

Man the city ain't heard shit like this

I woke up early on a saturday

Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today

Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: "go rap for ye

He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday"

Man, that shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass

Then called him back like "fuck, let's do it"

I didn't even cash my check

Man can't believe my ass pursuit it

I didn't even have no gas

But somehow god just lead me to it

Like, "let's do it"

Kanye west;

When I heard the songs he was doing

Man, I knew he had to be on g. D. o. d music

Big sean:

Just to think, last night I was in venice hugging bitches

Thanking god almighty, condoms were invented

Cause I had a yellow bone

That could've come from out the simpsons, man

Who claim she never did it (yeah right)

But under these conditions she was with it

Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished

I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning

Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably still in it

Getting rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission

Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate

Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late

For that eight o'clock spot

I know the program director hot

But I spit a freestyle up in there so cold

That everybody in that bitch forgot

Now I'm running late for sound check

And I heard the line's already to the lot

Walking out the station

And that's around the time that I got stopped

By this shorty tryna rhyme

Manager said we ain't got time

But time to time you gotta make time

When it's time for karma to come back around

I say "aye dawg, what you got? "

"Aw dawg, big sean, thanks a lot

Um alright, stay young ran the game

Man they been afraid, tryna follow me get in a maze

Leave you minute maid

Um, I'm like a young black Eminem

It's a riddle and I'm repping that michigan

Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them

And the bunch just synonyms about how he was living in

I ain't even let him finish shit

I mean I can't lie he was alright

But at his age, shit so was I

So give him my email on a fly, and if it sound good

Then I reply, uhh