Chords for ScHoolboy Q - Attention (Audio)

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_ _ _ _ [Bb] Favorite rapper Nas, Ben [B] told me that I'm the best
Had a couple sessions with Dre, he [F] knew I would win
How come it's my favorite [Ebm] producer and he my friend?
Artist [Eb] love from the grace, put my passion in pen
Let me tell you about this [Bb] story where Quincy died and that [E] started
I left jail, house [F] arrest, and now every since I've been starving
You [B] know pain on mama's [Bb] face when her eyes can call me a loser
Ain't [Eb] achieved shit or some quit sports to become a [F] grip
Another single mother that failed, lost her [B] son in the mix
Working hard through all her [Bb] problems, her son just [Bbm] couldn't be fixed
Got a house arrest, a sprinkle some [Eb] orange in my blue juice
Nigga asked traffic, baby do's, yeah, and teeth too
[B] Baby love, baby [Bb] spank, big spank, big fool
The first big [Bbm] side originals, you ain't gotta recruit
Tiny [B] smack Floyd, [Bb] G-scrap nigga the [E] main crew
[Eb] Flossy B was locked in but was normal, he came through
[Bb] Nigga 51st and Fig on the corner, [B] Mayhem was slaughtered
Months later, like this shit ain't happen, I'm with [Bbm] my daughter
At the laundromat the shots rang [Ebm] off, I ducked to the back
Wishing for a scrap, but hear [Eb] more fire from Tiny Rat
Got the [B] devil on my [Bbm] side while the Lord been pushing me [Ab] over
I can finally understand why my uncle's was never sober
[B] Deadbeat, dad on the [Bb] gas, that gas [Ab] my motor
He [Eb] grabbed the mic, nigga grabbed the same pistola
I can easily tell my story now and climb from [B] this moment
Just imagine joy and [Bb] hope if I die [Bbm] next morning
Just imagine some of these rappers that [Ebm] ain't have Q
The godfather of the street shit that gave y'all truth
From Pac, Snoop, Corrupt, Daz, bitch I'm deja vu
You see my homie in the hood cause I hate y'all too
Oh, [B] death on my block ain't ruried
[E] _ Glide through the air, [Bbm] ain't cautious, yeah yeah [B] yeah
Mind on the ground, [Bb] ain't dreaming
[Ab] _ [Eb] Fang on my waist, been leaning, [Bb] yeah yeah yeah
Hustle for a job, they [Gb] still ain't called back
[B] Dope in the hood, [Bb] ain't moving [F] like that
Chain in your watch, I need all that, [Ebm] all that
M's in the bank, I need all that, all that
Ten freaky girls need all that, all that
[B] Love from the world need all that, so run it man
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