| …ain't worried
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| Glidin' through the air, ain’t cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Mind on the ground, ain’t dreamin'
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| Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Hustle for a job, they still ain’t called back
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| Dope in the hood ain’t movin' like that, uh
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| Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that
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| M’s in the bank, I need all that
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| So run it, mane
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| Front row at the Grammys, I’m getting praises from Jay
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| Fuck about this award, I’m happy he know my name
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| Favorite rapper Nas been told me that I’m the best
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| Had a couple sessions with Dre, knew I would win
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| Alchemist my favorite producer, and he my friend
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| All this love from the greats put my passion in pen
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| Let me tell you 'bout this story, when Quincy died, it had started
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| I left jail on house arrest and now ever since I’ve been starvin'
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| You know pain on my mama’s face when the opps can call me a loser
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| Ain’t achieve shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip
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| 'Nother single mother that failed, lost her son in the mix
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| Workin' hard through all her problems, her son just couldn’t be fixed
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| Got off house arrest, sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes
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| Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too
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| Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool
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| The first Figg Side originals, you ain’t gotta recruit
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| Tony Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew
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| Flossy B was locked in, but was normal, he came through
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| Nigga, 51st and Figg, on the corner Mayhem was slaughtered
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| Months later like the shit ain’t happen, I’m with my daughter
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| At the laundromat, the shots rang off, I ducked to the back
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| Wishin' for a strap but hear more fire from Tiny Rat
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| Got the devil on my side while the Lord been pushin' me over
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| I can finally understand why my uncles was never sober
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| Deadbeat dad on the gas, that gas my motor
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| Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola
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| I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment
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| Just imagine Joy hopes if I died next mornin'
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| Just imagine some of these rappers that ain’t have Q
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| The godfather of this street shit that gave y’all truth
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| From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, I’m déjà vu
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| You see my homie in the hood 'cause I hate y’all too, ooh
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| Death on my block, ain’t worried
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| Glide through the air, ain’t cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Mind on the ground, ain’t dreamin'
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| Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Hustle for a job, they still ain’t called back
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| Dope in the hood, ain’t movin' like that, uh
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| Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that
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| M’s in the bank, I need all that, all that
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| Ten freaky girls, need all that, all that
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| Love from the world, need all that
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| So run it, mane |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Attention , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album CrasH Talk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп