Lyrics Attention - Byron Juane, Nobigdyl.

Attention

I’ma get this, get this, cook it in an instant
Yeah, they call, they want all my attention
If you don’t get the whole picture, take a candid
Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision
I got this ice on my chain, dirt on my name
Rose from the thorns while I’m growin' through the game
44 when I spray, jiggle with the clip
I can’t put my pride aside, I’m never gettin' hip
I’m never goin' 0 for 9, I got that ultralight
Y’all creep like poltergeist, my God been ghost to life
Yeah, I’m so ocean-like
I take a swim in all that sauce
Ain’t no cap, get it twisted, pop it off, ooh
All the team get the win and the rings tho
All this drift on that off, need a raincoat
Mama said, «Make the goal what you aim for»
You don’t rhyme for the folks, you arrange clothes
Ayy, And that’s word on my life (Yeah, yeah, that’s word)
Don’t you come and try to mess up my night
(Don't you ever try to do it)
I’ve been scheming, gotta plan and devise
(Yeah, yeah, I gotta plan)
You know I’m free, I had to cut off some ties
I’ma get this, get this, cook it in an instant
Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention
If you don’t get the whole picture, take a candid
Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision
I’ma get this, get this, cook it in an instance
Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention
If you don’t get the whole picture, take a candid
Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision
Huh, yeah
Honor God with my entourage
Indie tribe, LLC, and I’m Michael Scott, heh
Kinda holy water, you could call it Voss
Center stage in Atlanta, watch me lean and rock
I might have a couple exes, wanna see me drop
If I die, I’m a legend, I don’t see the prob
If I die, I’m in heaven, I’ma be with God
In the sky with the twelve, I don’t mean the law
Yeah, please approach the tribe with some caution
Yeah, all my homies top 10 and not 10
Yeah, lil baby run the business, call her Pepper Potts
Or I might call her Mary, 'cause she poppin'
Yeah, she poppin', yeah, almonds in my coffee, yeah
Airin' like I’m Jordan, boardin' I went just like Rodman, yeah
Death is just a comma, I be calm off in my coffin, yeah
Pillow in my casket, I’m a zombie with a callin', yeah
I’ma get this, get this, cook it in an instant
Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention
If you don’t get the whole picture, take a candid
Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision
I’ma get this, get this, cook it in an instance
Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention
If you don’t get the whole picture, take a candid
Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision
Put your hands in the air for Cardec