Attention

Death on my block ain't worried 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 Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that Chain and your watch, I need all that (All that) M's in the bank, I need all that So run it, mane Front row at the Grammys, I'm getting praises from JAY Fuck 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 where Quincy died, I 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'll call me a loser And the cheap shit, her son quit sports to become a Crip Another 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, just sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes Nigga, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool The first Fig-Side originals, and you ain't gotta recruit Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, nigga, the main crew Flossy B was locked in, but he normal, he came through Nigga, 51st and Fig, on the corner Mayhem was slaughtered months later like this shit ain't happened, I'm with my daughter At the laundry mat, 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 Dead beat dad on the gas, that gas my motor Either grab the mic, nigga, grab the same pistola I can easily tell my story now and climb from this moment Just imagine Joy's hope if I died next mornin' Just imagine some of these rappers that ain't have Q The godfather of this street shit that gave y'all truth From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitch, 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 Glidin' through the air, ain't cautious, yeah, yeah Mind on the ground, ain't dreamin' Thing on my waist been leanin', yeah, yeah Hustle for a job, they still ain't called back Dope in the hood, ain't movin' like that 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