Quick Attention Lyrics

Yeah Sometimes

When the present ain't working

You have to visit the past

Just so you can see the future

Check my residential

It's evidential

My credentials

The same as the man in the middle

I'm tryna see outside the frame

Paint a bigger picture

Rhymes inside my brain

Stacked liked scripture

Y'all just rats in a maze

The cheese is how they trick ya

Once you inside the cage

They squeeze the trigger

The patterns the same

How come they ain't see it quicker

Sweet and bitter

How they get ya

Then end ya

For quick attention

Snitching Means the faster you come up missing

Quit ya bitching

Don't matter where you started

It's about where you finish

The rabbit seems the fastest

But the turtle steadily winning

You ain't listening

You can't see me

Like Ray Charles vision

I'm in the lead

Plenty distance

Should I put up my feet

Nah bitch ima spit it til im ended

I'm Rasta Fari gassed up

No midget when Im spliffin

Think I'm kidding

You should fucking hit it

Ha

A different breed

Devils seed

Twisted and demented

Schizophrenic

Shall I mention

Tried to conceal it

But the pressures lifted

Really is it

Am I forgiven

Where's my forgiveness

Only heaven knows

And I miss it

Check my residential

It's evidential

My credentials

The same as the man in the middle

I'm tryna see outside the frame

Paint a bigger picture

Rhymes inside my brain

Stacked liked scripture

Y'all just rats inside a maze

The cheese is how they trick ya

Once you inside the cage

They squeeze the trigger

The patterns the same

How come they ain't see it quicker

Sweet and bitter

How they get ya

Then end ya

For quick attention

Write so much shit

I should write a book

The Fuck i look like

A cooc

knowledge in my nook

You woke a giant when you shook

Thought Ryan was a spoof

have you lying in ya boots

The phantom say bo

Scary like Casper too

I challenge you

Let's battle in the booth

I'm at 32

I give you four

Now what you wanna do

Fuck it go and get whoever

Invite a whole fucking crew

I got plenty room

I'm at the top

With a pretty view

A long way from big lots

And a garbage shoot

I target you

You'll have a coffin tomb

Police one time

Next time I cock and shoot

Leave ya more than spooked

Feed ya to some gators

We ain't gotta be in Florida dude

Camden got em too

Flashed his tool

Bitch I got em too