Big Sean - Nothing Is Stopping You lyrics

Nothing is stopping you stopping you
Stopping you

I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried to keep me home
But I can't get paid from the crib
So I'll be gone 'til we on
What's 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 hung 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 pursued it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow
God just lead me to it like, "Let's do it"

When I heard the songs he was doing
Man, I knew he had to be on GOOD Music
(BIG! SEAN, BIG! SEAN)
(BIG! SEAN, BIG! SEAN)
(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 gone 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, it's that young renegade
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 a bunch of synonyms about how he was
Living and I even let him finish it
I mean I can't lie he was
Alright, but at his age, shit so was I
So I give him my email on a fly
And if his song's good I'll reply

Trick Trick: Hello
Shorty: Ay nigga, Ay trick
Where you at nigga
Trick Trick: Ay what up, whats good
Whats up man? Shorty: Ay bro
Ay nigga I just rapped for
This nigga Big Sean dawg trick: What!
Shorty: Bro, haha, I just rapped for
This nigga Big Sean dawg, aye
Trick: Oh hell naw, what?
Shorty: Hey I ran into this nigga
But aye he cool as hell man
Trick: Awwww Dang! Tight!
Shorty: Bet, He short as hell though
Both: Ha ha haha
Shorty: But that nigga was cool though man
Trick: Alright! Shorty: Man just like how he
Spit a hundred bars
I spit like two hundred bars

Tell me what you know about dreams
What you know about having faith
In something you can't see
Tell me how much do you believe
What you know about feeling something
That you can't even touch
What you know bout smelling something
That you can't even breathe
But when the world drives you out
And your gas tank is on E
All the faith that you had
Just ain't all the faith that you need
All the faith that I have
Just ain't all the faith that I need
I'm sorry

I know you're not my child talking like
That focus on shifting this negative energy
Into something positive and
The easiest way to do that, is to be grateful
For all the things that you do have
For your health, for your
Family, your friends
All the people that care about
You you've got food
To eat, you've got a place to stay ugh
You know, let's feel good, let's get happy
Boi! haha