Pay Attention

Im the one you dont sit on
Even if its what you gotta do to get on
I be a mic you cant spit on
Blowing off dust is
Everything is everything
But everything is trust me
I follow old school rules I dont need tools
F**k around I just might grab you
By your neck tight
D-E-C-A-Y relate easy
Slick with a scruffy beard and my hair peasy
Yo I step on the scene
With Guess on the jeans
And break your team down effortlessly
They be talking a whole lot
That shit aint impressing to me
A lot of niggas rapping
I do this professionally
Please cease fire so we can reach higher
F**k all of that fronting shit claiming
That you ducking it
I am what I am thats all that I is
This is the mixtape niggas better
Handle the biz
Sick bastard master of ceremonies
Im blasting off at the cameras
Im bucking with all my glory
End of story new beginning
Im finger far game
Got the pen upon the choker
And Im spitting ink at a page
Simply amazed

Im crazed leave rappers emblazoned
Rage against the machine
The face of the grand machine
Roll in motherf**kers
I welcome them into the team

When you hear what Ive got to say

Im sure you wont be able to
Turn your head away

Yeah yeah Im back in the spot
Got my name popping up
Like a jack-in-the-box
Cause one verse will put your man in a box
Cannabis drop
Cannabis drop
But now its oh wait
No way this shit is getting spins
Probably cause you busy
Trying to keep up with the trendsetter
Im here from now until forever
Dont know who Im behind
But I know who Im ahead of
Yeah Im a soldier a monster art of
Amongst us
Cant f**k with cowards
Muscled my way in office
Will never harvest the heart of a coming artist

The hardest rapper dropping
Im walking into the game
Yall f**kers leaving in coffins
Amongst us
Muscled my way in office
Will never harvest the heart of a coming artist
Im walking into the game
Yall f**kers leaving in coffins
Back for the second time
But not the second hand
Hope you understand
That the cut-off is here fam
Stand up cause man down
Run laps around clowns
Who dont rise above under underground

Chi-town representing
We grab the microphone
As the three deadly henchmen
With Snowgoons on the offensive
And burn like gas creating stars
That you see from afar
With each bar you get scarred
It dont matter who you are
When you hear what Ive got to say

Im sure you wont be able to turn your head away

Cause what Im gonna talk about

Nobody nobody nobody wants to be without