Lyrics Nothing's Gonna Stop Me Freestyle - Beretta Biz

Big shoes to fill big stepper
I'm talking Shaq size
She gon let me dip in her waters
Like I got baptized
Everybody blew through their stimulus
Had to stack mine
All in preparation for that day
He say it's that time
He meaning the God above
Who laced me with the flyest shrubs
She say my persona keep her high
I'm one of the finest drugs
Rick James at the China club
I'm talking shit these women kissing
Fuck boys not allowed around
They faking stench is too offensive
Three words you'll never hear me say is
That's too expensive
If I ain't got it but I want it
Then trust me I'ma get it
Vip with a entourage my cup half empty
Mackin on a shawty
Conversation going past friendly
Wake her in the morning
Called a Uber get her bag ready
Kissed me on the forehead
Said she thankful for the day she met me
Twenty missed calls but no money plays
They on the way
Clocking three hundred maybe more
That's a normal day
Candles lit how I start my day
Meditate and pray
The world fucked up
My timeline looking hella gray
Blue notes in an mcm bag
And my family straight
If I leave this earth tonight
Financially won't nothing change