What's Stopping You - prota

From southern trapping dear mr. west how you snatched me

Pull me back to reality see yo life as a casualty writing while on my balcony

my baby sleeping on the third floor I’m downstairs rolling bags of weed

Ain’t even gotta grab the keys you know I got the drive bumping hypnotize old

line but still a big vibe you got damn right

I’m smoking blu cru bout to take Nip flight

The city on my shoulders bout to see new heights

That boy Josh on his Black Boy Fly, I’m up in Cali and he up in NY

That’s two 46 niggas, if we can do it tell me why you can’t try

You scared to fail or scared of leaving yo guys?

But now yo nigga in prison and plus he going on 5

Yo other homie on probation but he rolling that fire, and plus he roll with

that fire

Cause Niggahs murdered yo homies mama and lft her outside the daughtr found her

now my niece she ain’t right that shit fucked up

So in my better days I gotta count my luck up, still a huge fuck up to put on

red and chuck up

Catch a flight and see a game of Kyrie out in Rucker

Head back to the bay to soak up son and let my dreads grow

Ay do yo thang don’t let the feds know

I just saw a post that said I got the dope the low

Oh shit that’s just an ad in Cali, I’m high as fuck I’m new this I’m smoking on

blueberry cookies

I ain’t no fucking rookie

I got grasp on life that make it real hard to breathe but you best believe like

old sayings back in 03

Adolescence thought boy I’m P Cole need a pea coat breeze off the coast got the

flow froze boy I’m too cold

Too bi polar which me do you know?

I ain’t been the same since that shooting back at 24

I ain’t been the same since that pain had to let it go

I was off a pill in a range with a bad hoe

Tryna sniff a mil meanwhile she was sniffing Coke

I was hella low what was love I don’t even know

All I ever knew was no two people take the same road

I was in my booth writing rhymes tryna break the code

I ain’t have a clue what was coming when I broke the mold

Twenty years old with my dick swinging from the flow

Twenty years old I was with it trigger to my soul, tell me what you know nigga

I’m off this double shot of brown liquor

I’m in my zone you better take a picture

I’m by myself you better keep up with her

I get some charming when I’m by myself, I get so charming when I’m out my shell

I peeped her ring that shit straight from Zales, that shit straight from sale

So I parallel double park that motherfucker sideways

The ego bigger than Beyoncé and Kanye

You niggas weak I’m talking Sunday to Sunday

Back in Atlanta I just hopped off the runway

Link up with JID then mediate to clear my feng shui nigga got the sauce like

picante try to keep up with the pace

I’m in my bag but that’s a whole other case, ay tell that bitch she better stay

in her place, while playing Ari Lennox

You know yo music ain’t shit if ain’t no Prota in it

Don’t hear me now but you’ll see in a minute