Who gon' stop me? I was built from blocks and pain. Came from corners where the thunder clap, ain't no shame. Diamonds dancin’ but my heart been iced too long. Made it out the storm, but I still rap like it's Vietnam. WHO GON’ STOP ME? (Yeah!) WHO GON’ STOP ME?! (WHAT?!) Swear they know me, but they copy what they can't unlock, G. I been duckin’ 12 since twelve, my roots run deeper than jail calls, I seen loyalty shift quick tighter than corner store walls. My OG taught me chess with a TEC, that’s dual purpose, When your name ring bells, gotta check if it’s in curses. Ain’t no cap in my file, I was groomed in the system, Where love get taxed, and the truth get you distance. Hundred K stuffed in a denim bag, movin’ quiet, If I ever go broke, my hunger riot, they can't diet. Draco whistlin' like a lullaby from hell’s street choir, And my shorty got a stick, but she smoother than Mariah. What you know ‘bout pain masked up in Dior scent? I wore trauma like it’s fashion, now I stunt with intent. We ain’t duckin' smoke, we address it in 4K, Real ones don’t flex, they move like it’s doomsday. They post they Ls with a filter and a caption, But we turn pain to action satisfaction with passion. Tell the labels I’m a weapon they can't own, I ain’t sign for a chain, I got crowned on my own. And my DM full of snakes, fake love with a tone, But my section got me ten deep with no clone. Who gon' stop me? I was built from blocks and pain. Came from corners where the thunder clap, ain't no shame. Diamonds dancin’ but my heart been iced too long. Made it out the storm, but I still rap like it's Vietnam. WHO GON’ STOP ME? (Yeah!) WHO GON’ STOP ME?! (WHAT?!) Swear they know me, but they copy what they can't unlock, G. I don’t speak on ops, I outgrow 'em, that’s facts, Half these "killers" never seen a charge, they just rap. I built my lane while they crashed into TikTok trends, Every post a prayer, every win I send to my friends. My brother lost years to a case with no witness, Now he out, suit tailored we toastin’ to forgiveness. What’s a throne if your crew starvin’? That ain’t real. So I fed my block, now they bite less, eat meals. I ain’t perfect, but I’m pressure, I’m product of pressure, Tatted pain on my chest like it’s custom texture. While they chase streams, I move quiet through pain, I was born for the crown, not the clout remember the name. Who gon' stop me? I was built from blocks and pain. Came from corners where the thunder clap, ain't no shame. Diamonds dancin’ but my heart been iced too long. Made it out the storm, but I still rap like it's Vietnam. WHO GON’ STOP ME? (YEAH!) WHO GON’ STOP ME?! (WHAT?!) Raised by the cold, now I’m fire they can’t tame, G. Produced & written by marz/ J.Cole
