Five a.m. trains, wet sneakers, doors slammed in his face — and still nobody gon' stop him. A clean, motivational New York drill anthem for the grind. Lyrics [Intro] (Yeah) SKIBO YP It's cold out here... (uh) we still moving [Chorus] Rain don't stop me, snow don't stop me Cold don't stop me, no, nobody gon' stop me Five a.m. train with the dream in my pocket They told me "no" and I told 'em "watch me" Rain don't stop me (no), snow don't stop me (no) I'm on my way up, nobody gon' stop me [Verse 1] Wet Forces on the platform, hoodie on tight Notebook full of bars that I wrote last night Moms on a double, little bro need shoes So I can't take a day, I got nothing to lose Knocked on every door, they ain't open up Now they hit my line like "bro, what's up?" Same kid they laughed at in the b