Attention Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Walk without an entourage in which I won't discuss 

Killers in New York in the clink, they know enough 

My celly spit in the sink, one blink, I'm sheddin' blood 

If we was in the street, one squeeze would wet him up 

Acceptin' no disrespect, wait, who am I to budge? 

Quarter million dollar mouth, who am I? The plug? 

Nothin' that can save you, your life is now above 

I wouldn't even give a fuck if you and I were blood 

No one lent their helpin' hand, got it out the mud 

Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs 

Then they gossip with their partners in private, I've seen it done 

Fat boy you a bitch, you know how I come 

MAC 11 rangin', slangin', cuddles with the drum 

Keep my name out your fuckin' mouth, endin' off your tongue 

Double 0, 17, my BGs sellin' drugs 

Drought 'round Hollygrove, key need me to flood 

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Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta 

Please don't be alarmed, for the money I'm impatient 

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta 

Goin' hard or you starve, I don't see no sense in waitin' 

A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough 

No retreat, we don't sleep, when it's beef we gon' hunt 

And I'm lookin' for some niggas with some bitch ways 

I ain't shit, shaved or bathed in like six days 

King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you? 

Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle 

Kevin Gates' face front page in the article 

Lawyer paid, dismissed the whole case, they'll slaughter you 

Run and I observe, ain't no sense in bein' audible 

Quarterback call the audibles, switch the play on the blitz 

Harlem at the Rucker, dick suckers watchin' the kid 

Rust color Timbs with a gun up under my gear 

Thump through the slums and slump me somethin' forreal 

Cut off one of your fingers and puncture one of your ribs 

Youngin' really thuggin', guerilla hustlin' for real 

Body tatted, DJ Drama, that gangsta shit in my grill 

Lay loose with a Llama or stank a bitch if he squeal 

Set outside the store that my gangsta bitch just went in 

At the pharmacy poppin' 'scripts, my prescriptions is gettin' filled 

I love her, took her name and encrypted it in my ear 

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta 

Please don't be alarmed, for the money I'm impatient 

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta 

Goin' hard or you starve, I don't see no sense in waitin' 

A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough 

No retreat, we don't sleep, when it's beef we gon' hunt 

And I'm lookin' for some niggas with some bitch ways 

I ain't shit, shaved or bathed in like six days 

Appreciate the help that's been comin' on nothin' will I depend 

When asked about the pen, if I'm goin' back that depends 

Faucet water brought me to places to say I ventured 

Older I can cope with soda, pull off in the grey Avenger 

I want her, she pushin' kids in the stroller, who? For her sister 

The purchase skirts with some purses but couldn't flirt with her friendship 

Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop 

Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin' 

[?] clip rich then snitch, tellin' the business 

I see this every day, deceit, failure to mention 

Ten toes deep, want my money on fleek 

Section 8 voucher and public housin', we livin' 

Mama callin' Meals on Wheels, they won't deliver 

Came up quick in the trenches when we was little 

Call a pizza man and rob him when they deliver 

I should write a book entitled, I Promise I Really Did It 

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta 

Please don't be alarmed, for the money I'm impatient 

Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta 

Goin' hard or you starve, I don't see no sense in waitin' 

A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough 

No retreat, we don't sleep, when it's beef we gon' hunt 

And I'm lookin' for some niggas with some bitch ways 

I ain't shit, shaved or bathed in like six days