Can’t Stop

[Hook 1: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop bitch

[Verse 1: Real Prophecy]
I got the ghost writer's arm, I'm the one who writes the songs
Tell me what advice you want, cuz bitch i'm the nicest one to ever touch the microphone
I don't give a fuck if you agree with me and to you hoes you'd be lucky to be with me
And I'm tired of these hoes acting prude like you don't wanna fuck well bitch you gotta fuck me to be with me
She suck my dick because she say she want it
She gon' suck on it just like her life depended on it
(she gon suck it now)
Did you know she a fan bruh? (no) cuz I don't listen to no propaganda I don't even lower my standards
Oh that's your hoe from Atlanta? well now she gon' pose for the camera

[Hook 2: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop bitch
(Repeat)

[Verse 2: Real Prophecy]
Ain't nobody fucking with the flow I got
And when it comes to these verses nigga you know I got 16
I been that nice since I was 16 all I spit is 16 bars
Unless you want 52 Bars niggas say my lyrics too hard
Bitches say my lyrics too hard
Here's some advice use it nigga your mic useless
Dudes ain't really spitting this shit is just hype music and dancing
I don't know why these new niggas in the game ain't saying a damn thing
Using autotune you know damn well you can't sing
You wack niggas running the game, I hope you pull a hamstring
Don't act like I can't bring boom bap back

[Hook 3: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop bitch
(Repeat)

[Outro: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high; you gon turn up
Like a vampire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit that shit aye
Real Prophecy... Yeah