Attention

DeatH on my block ain't worried

Glide tHrougH tHe air, ain't cautious

YeaH, yeaH, yeaH

Mind on tHe ground, ain't dreamin'

THing on my waistband leanin'

YeaH, yeaH, yeaH

Hustle for a job, tHey still ain't call back

Dope in tHe Hood ain't movin' like tHat

CHain in your watcH, I need all tHat, all tHat

M's in tHe bank I need all tHat, so run it, mayne

Front row at tHe Grammy's, I'm gettin' 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, He 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 about tHis story wHere Quincy died and it started

I left jail on House arrest, and now ever since, I've been starvin'

You know pain on momma's face wHen Her eyes can call me a loser

Ain't acHieve 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 sprinkle some orange on my blue sHoes

****, ask Traffic, Baby Deuce, yeaH and T, too

Baby love, Baby Spank, Big Spank, Big Fool

THe first Fig' side originals, you ain't gotta recruit

Tommy Smack, Floyd, G-Scrap, ****, tHe main crew

Frosty B was locked in but was normal, He came tHrougH

**** fifty first and fig on tHe corner mayHem was slaugHtered

MontHs later, like tHe sHit ain't Happen, 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, wHy tHe law 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, **** grab tHe same pistola

I can easily tell my story now and climb from tHis moment

Just imagine joy, Hope, if I die next mornin'

Just imagine some of tHese rappers tHat ain't Had Q

THe GodfatHer of tHe streets, sHit tHat gave y'all trutH

From Pac, Snoop, Kurupt, Daz, bitcH, I'm déjà vu

You seen my Homie in tHe Hood 'cause I Hate y'all too, oH

DeatH on my block, ain't worried

Glide tHrougH tHe air, ain't cautious

YeaH, yeaH, yeaH

Mind on tHe ground, ain't dreamin'

THing on my waist band leanin'

YeaH, yeaH, yeaH

Hustle for a job, tHey still ain't call back

Dope in tHe Hood ain't movin' like tHat

CHain in 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, mayne