Attention (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Q. Hanley/N. Wesonga/M. Loving

Composed by：Q. Hanley/N. Wesonga/M. Loving

Glidin' through the air ain't cautious yeah yeah yeah

Mind on the ground ain't dreamin'

Thing on my waist been leanin' yeah yeah yeah

Hustle for a job they still ain't called back

D**e in the hood ain't movin' like that uh

Chain and your watch I need all that all that

M's in the bank I need all that

So run it mane run it mane run it mane

Front row at the grammys I'm getting praises from jay

F**k about this award I'm happy he know my name

Favorite rapper nas been told me that I'm the best

Had a couple sessions with dre knew I would win

Alchemist my favorite producer and he my friend

All this love from the greats put my passion in pen

Let me tell you 'bout this story

When quincy died it had started

I left jail on house arrest

And now ever since I've been starvin'

You know pain on my mama's face

When the opps can call me a loser

Ain't a cheap s**t her son quit sports to become a crip

'Nother single mother that failed lost her son in the mix

Workin' hard through all her problems

Her son just couldn't be fixed

Got off house arrest sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes

N***a ask traffic baby deuce

Yeah and t too

Baby love baby spank big spank big fool

The first figg side originals you ain't gotta recruit

Tony smack floyd g-scrap n***a the main crew

Flossy b was locked in but was normal he came through

N***a 51st and figg on the corner mayhem was slaughtered months later

Like this s**t ain't happened I'm with my daughter

At the laundromat the shots rang off I ducked to the back

Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from tiny rat

Got the devil on my side while

The lord been pushin' me over

I can finally understand why

My uncles was never sober

Deadbeat dad on the gas that gas my motor

Either grab the mic n***a grab the same pistola

I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment

Just imagine joy hopes if I died next mornin'

Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have q

The godfather of this street s**t that gave y'all truth

From pac snoop kurupt daz b***h I'm déjà vu

You see my homie in the hood

'Cause I hate y'all too ooh

Death on my block ain't worried worried

Glide through the air ain't cautious yeah yeah yeah

Mind on the ground ain't dreamin'

Thing on my waist been leanin' yeah yeah yeah

Hustle for a job they still ain't called back

D**e in the hood ain't movin' like that uh

Chain and your watch I need all that all that

M's in the bank I need all that all that

Ten freaky girls need all that all that

Love from the world need all that

So run it mane run it mane run it mane