Attention (Explicit)

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