Nothing Is Stopping You [Hall of Fame] prod. by Key Wane
[Background Vocals: Pharrell & James Fauntleroy] Nothing is stopping you (x4) Stopping you Stopping you
[Verse 1: 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 to keep me home But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone 'til we on What's 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 hung 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 pursued it I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it Like, "Let's do it"
[Interlude: Kanye West and DJ Mo Beatz] When I heard the songs he was doing Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music (BIG! SEAN!) (x5)
[Verse 2: 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 gone 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 a bunch of synonyms about how he was living in, I even let him finish it, I mean I can't lie he was alright, but at his age, shit so was I So I give him my email on a fly, and if his songs good, I'll reply, Uhh
[Interlude: Trick Trick and Shorty] Trick Trick: Hello Shorty: Ay nigga, Ay trick, where you at nigga Trick Trick: Ay what up, whats good, whats up man? Shorty: Ay bro, ay nigga I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg Trick: What! Shorty: Bro, haha, I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg, aye Trick: Oh hell naw, what? Shorty: Hey I ran into this nigga, but aye he cool as hell man Trick: Awwww Dang! Tight! Shorty: Bet, He short as hell though. Both: Hahahaha Shorty: But that nigga was cool though man Trick: Alright! Shorty: Man just like how he spit a hundred bars, I spit like two hundred bars.
[Outro 1: Big Sean] Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith In something you can't see, tell me how much do you believe What you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe But when the world