- ScHoolboy Q Attention 歌詞
- ScHoolboy Q
- Glidin through the air, aint cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, aint dreamin
Thing on my waist been leanin, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still aint called back
**** in the hood aint movin like that, uh
Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that
Ms in the bank, I need all that
So run it , mane
Front row at the Grammys, Im getting praises from Jay
**** about this award, Im happy he know my name
Favorite rapper Nas been told me that Im 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 Ive been starvin
You know pain on my mamas face
When the opps can call me a loser
Aint a cheap ****, 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 couldnt be fixed
Got off house arrest, sprinkled some orange in my blue shoes
*****, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeah, and T too
Baby Love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool
The first Figg Side originals, you aint gotta recruit
Tony Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, *****, the main crew
Flossy B was locked in, but was normal, he came through
*****, 51st and Figg, on the corner,
Mayhem was slaughtered months later,
Like this **** aint happened, Im 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, * ****, 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 aint have Q
The godfather of this street **** that gave yall truth
From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, *****, Im déjà vu
You see my homie in the hood cause I hate yall too, ooh
Death on my block, aint worried
Glide through the air, aint cautious, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mind on the ground, aint dreamin
Thing on my waist been leanin, yeah , yeah, yeah
Hustle for a job, they still aint called back
**** in the hood, aint movin like that, uh
Chain and your watch, I need all that, all that
Ms 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
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