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• Artiste: Statik Selektah
• Titre: Can't Stop
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Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh Statik Nina Sky Statik Selektah No more powder, just the plastic from the bricks And we burn everyone, they won't connect us back to this With a connect and a wrist, I turned thirty-six to bliss With the drought, I went Melo for the Knicks, no assist No assistance Every gram out the pot got cooked, Michelin They say "He a snitch", I say "He got no discipline" The plug like "I only got—", I'm like "This is plenty" He froze up before they hit him He said he was gon' shoot, didn't he? You ain't really have that chopper Fеndi Block of fentanyl, the hood in a frenzy Mix it with thе dog food, let your friends eat Bullets through the Benz jeep, get with me I got it for the low, hand to Lindsey I spin 'em, like a cowboy on a locker The way we rockin', you get shot after the Oscars Can't stop (Can't stop, can't stop, no, we go) On and on (On and on and on, on and on and on) Won't stop (Won't stop, won't stop, can't stop) We go (We go, go) On and on (On and on and on, on and on and on) Oh-oh (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) My nigga daddy was a crack addict who never had it He liked to get high while he load up his automatic PTSD from a lawyer, thought he was drafted Abandoned by a system that used him and left him stranded He don't value life no more He got shot in his pelvis, he can't even fuck his wife no more His wife left him for a nigga that sold him white before He tryna drill somethin', he ain't tryna fight no more That's why he loadin' up Used to be quick with his hands, that liquor got him slowin' up Last week, he seen old boy in traffic but he froze up Said the next time he see him, he gon' let his guns bust But look what we have here, you got a young nigga Who mama just left his daddy for a drug dealer And his daddy strung out on dope that's from the drug dealer Who you think he wanna be, his daddy or the drug dealer? Can't stop (Can't stop, can't stop, no, we go) On and on (On and on and on, on and on and on) Won't stop (Won't stop, won't stop, can't stop) We go (We go, go) On and on (On and on and on, on and on and on) Oh-oh (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Once again