ScHoolboy Q - Attention (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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ScHoolboy Q - Attention (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
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, uh
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,
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 shit, 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
Nigga, 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,
nigga, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but was
normal, he came through
Nigga, 51st and Figg, on the corner,
mayhem was slaughtered months later
Like this shit 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, nigga,
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
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
Glide through the air, ain't
cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dope in the hood, ain't
movin' like that, uh
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
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