Pay Attention

(альбом: See No Evil - 2018)

[YFN Lucci:]
A boss the one who guarantee we gon' eat
How you gon' tell the boss? Oh, hell no
How you hold the nuts on a nigga you don't know
Just know I'm holding on that yop and only lord know
Yeah, and never let 'em steal your ambition
And we all thankful that we living
Everybody want to be the boss, everybody don't listen
As a child I was taught you got to pay attention

Uh, yeah
Ay, I'm a boss and I ain't gon' act like I don't work, yeah
Swallow my pride, shit I ain't gon' lie it got me here
Trying to do me best and keep 'em out my ear, yeah
I been working all day, all shifts
Look what I became, I couldn't explain how I feel
All that bump in your gum, gon' make my man come kill
All of this money, it got me paranoid, yeah
You know that pump sound like a bomb, nigga
Flip a bomb, nigga, huh
Ay, we got AR's, all of 'em got drums in 'em, yeah
We gon' turn this bitch to [?], yeah
We gon' turn this bitch to [?], nigga, yeah
We gon' turn this bitch to [?], nigga, yeah

A boss the one who guarantee we gon' eat
How you gon' tell the boss? Oh, hell no
How you hold the nuts on a nigga you don't know
Just know I'm holding on that yop and only lord know
Yeah, and never let 'em steal your ambition
And we all thankful that we living
Everybody want to be the boss, everybody don't listen
As a child I was taught you got to pay attention

[Ralo:]
How you hate on the people you say you cool with?
I got more money than the people I went to school with
I done took some losses but it don't look like I lose shit
I done put in work, ain't none of them niggas do shit
I took my bitch on a cruise ship, bought momma a new whip
Bought my sister a house cause I was sick of her mouth
And if she don't pay her rent, no one ain't kicking her out
And if I run out of dope, the whole city will drought (yeah)
They keep calling my phone, I'm trying to make me a song
I put my clothes in the trap cause the trap is my home
Why do you smell like weed? (why)
Weed is my cologne (yeah)
They cannot catch me with them bricks, I get them bitches gone

[YFN Lucci:]
A boss the one who guarantee we gon' eat
How you gon' tell the boss? Oh, hell no
How you hold the nuts on a nigga you don't know
Just know I'm holding on that yop and only lord know
Yeah, and never let 'em steal your ambition
And we all thankful that we living
Everybody want to be the boss, everybody don't listen
As a child I was taught you got to pay attention