Mark**a Beats - Can't Be Stopped lyrics

[Verse 1] Top speed racing better keep out my way Got fiends aching so the deep route I play Can't relate with you if ain't no type of great in you Take the view at heights with gods is all I'm in a race to do Each step gives quakes a cue pure ba** shaking through Big return from more than two decades of all this ba** is due Heed the quote since that's how I feed the folk need to note August first 88 my mom pushed out 4 keys of coke f**ing right she still wanting all her proper profit Plus more often clock in mach you copy not with Ain't the same with most lane approaches curve I hit the gas b**h you wish this whip would crash watch these pistons mash hey hey [Hook] b**h I can't be stopped, b**h I can't be stopped So you better keep out my way, b**h I can't be stopped (x2) Southside n***a we riding, f** your breaks I'm sliding (I can't be stopped) (x4) [Verse 2] On a mission to make all my competition feel disrespected Anytime my feet hit the section they standing in pissed and vexed with The essence my presence provides get despised when I'm met with eyes deadly kind Matter fact take that a little bit further till every time My arrival makes rivals suicidal rather be dead than to let me shine And witness it grip quick get dismissed wish your gift could sit next to mine Make you hate success as much as I hated the struggle I had to get it Then throw salt to wounds and serve pipe to your wife with delight just to add to debit Have that b**h straight slurping up everything I'm squirting up like I paid her Tell burp it for later jus savor my flavor you trade her Those cute little kisses your misses eat this dick so great Hope my name taste like my nut every time you speak that sh** with hate hoe [Hook] [Verse 3] I woke up today with no question bout my progression Steps been etched in this mind for this quest in which I'm finessing Stretching till I'm at the best and no less than complete perfection Pressing pa**ed any of the stressing that might be testing my blessings Colder mold who shoulders hold a boulder swole as mine Not too sure you'll find bulldoze over those opposing mine Closing time for your shop quick if you not stocked with that sh** that's matching up Got lip cause I feel I fit top pick and I always back it up My creep still out runs you why peak all this hunger I keep Makes me wonder what my teeth my feast my feats Got me feeling that your ceiling's a floor at my feet I seek just what's really in store when willing to soar where you can't quite reach Still I mash the gas to always show what n***as should know Ain't no type of rigamaro they could deliver that's big enough for A rig that's driven to go give them a got damn riveting show Foes my feelings are frigid below the digit of 0 b**h I got no brakes [Hook]