How Can I Stop, Pt. 2 (feat. Brielle Lesley)

Been hustling all my life

Been through the hardest times

Everybody want my spot

But they don't know the sacrifice

Did what I had to do

Caught in the light

I can't let go

And I can't stop

I can't stop

I can't stop

Bandgang

Oh, no, no, no, no

Yeah it's true I made a killing off scamming

Got caught with half a million in a focus red handed

That's more than you favorite rapper hiding in the mattress

Now you get why I don't give a fuck about rapping

I know the feds sick of me

This is the fifth case my lawyer got dismissed for me

That little prison bid was worth it if you ask me

I got more money than the bitch investigating me

Hoes used to act like I was invisible

Then I popped up with them bands, peek-a-boo

The tables turned quicker than a hula hoop

Yet the feds couldn't stop me, what you finna do

One, six, five, three, seven, Mark Twain

Ask Mas, I lot twenty in the last spread

Got ir tight back anyways

And still go that shit on me like a doo-doo stain

All blue faces like I do face paint

Stuffed money in the wall like insulation

You think I ain't getting money, you hallucinating

Check the paperwork, the feds know I wasn't faking

Don't judge a book by it's cover

When cheese involved, **** show they true colors

Blood make us related, loyalty make us brothers

Only child, bro, told for a sentence reduction

Free Deeky, got a life sentence

I don't know how streets look in the mirror

Knowing if he ain't tell, Deek wouldn't even be in prison

And if he come back to the block

They are gonna try to kill him

Unc said might as well stop while I'm ahead

But you know all that fast money go to **** head

Knowing what I know now, I wish I could start from scratch

Give up all the cheese to get my **** back

Free Biggs, it's my fault he in that situation

Showed him how to hit the road, like drivers training

Feds caught him with a couple I had just gave him

When he get out, just know he got a couple M's waiting

It's all fun and games till you get indicted

I'd do it all again to see my mama smiling

When I got sentenced she went home crying

I came home to six figures, that's the silver lining

I was getting cheese when you was in yo daddy nuts swimming

Free Mase, he got ten, and wasn't even tripping

They wanted me on his indictment but he wasn't squealing

Check the paperwork, we ran up like two million

When i was broke I couldn't picture this

Had to starve for it, I ain't have shit

Did my first ten swiping, I was up quick

Went from Rame noodles every night to Ruth Chris

Watched my daddy die two thousand seven

I'm convinced he been watching over me from heaven

I been shot at more times than a veteran

Somehow I dodged every bullet sent to my direction

Moe Moe, was stealing from me, said he wasn't eating

'Cause he got two thousand in tripping, I was making twenty

If you put in, I would've split it with you fifty-fifty

But you want handouts, you don't wanna eat with me

Y'all been eating long enough freeloaders

Like the recess bell, playtime over

Y'all had twenty four months tried to take over

Then May twenty third came, it was game over

Lawyer said I was the boss, but they ain't have proof

Sapphire wrote a statement, cut her ass loose

Right hand to God, swear to tell the truth

If you like hearing lies, this shit ain't for you