Big Sean - Nothing Is Stopping You Feat Kanye West Lyrics

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