Pay Attention - Snowgoons, Decay, Astonish

I’m the one you don’t sit on

Even if it’s what you gotta do to get on

I be a mic you can’t spit on

Before I let a word blowing off dust is

Everything is everything but everything is trust me

I follow old school rules, I don’t need tools

Fuck around, I just might grab you by your neck tight

D-E-C-A-Y relate easy

Slick with a scruffy beard and my hair peasy

Yo I step on the scene with Guess on the jeans

And break your team down effortlessly

They be talking a whole lot, that shit ain’t impressing to me

A lot of niggas rapping, I do this professionally

Please cease fire so we can reach higher

Fuck all of that fronting shit claiming that you ducking it

I am what I am, that’s all that I is

This is the mixtape niggas better handle the biz

A young sick bastard master of ceremonies

I’m blasting off at the cameras, I’m bucking with all my glory

End of story, new beginning

I’m finger far game got the pen upon the choker and I’m spitting ink at a page

Simply amazed I’m crazed leave rappers emblazoned

thoughts

Rage against the machine, the face of the grand machine

Roll in motherfuckers I welcome them into the team

When you hear what I’ve got to say

I’m sure you won’t be able to turn your head away

Yeah yeah I’m back in the spot

Got my name popping up like a jack-in-the-box

Cause one verse will put your man in a box

You amateurs stop hot cannabis drop

But now it’s oh wait

No way this shit is getting spins

Probably cause you busy trying to keep up with the trendsetter

I’m here from now until forever

Don’t know who I’m behind but I know who I’m ahead of

Yeah I’m a soldier, a monster art of

amongst us

can’t fuck with cowards

muscled my way in office

will never harvest the heart of a coming artist

The hardest rapper dropping

I’m walking into the game, y’all fuckers leaving in coffins

Back for the second time but not the second hand

Hope you understand that the cut-off is here fam

Stand up cause man down, run laps around clowns

Who don’t rise above under underground

Chi-town representing, we grab the microphone as the three deadly henchmen

With Snowgoons on the offensive

And burn like gas creating stars that you see from afar

With each bar you get scarred, it don’t matter who you are

When you hear what I’ve got to say

I’m sure you won’t be able to turn your head away

Cause what I’m gonna talk about

Nobody nobody wants to be without