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Lil Bibby - Can I Have Your Attention (Instrumental)

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Chuck G - Going In For Life II
Produced by HiVolume

Lyrics below:

Lord give me the strength.
Lord give me the strength
To keep my head above water, I struggle to swim
you know I’m down up on my knees like give me strength
To keep this shit up on my shodlers
I’m praying to win
Praying my sins cleansed 100%
Look me in my eyes & say this ain’t meant
You know I’m ready for this shit
I just hate the suspense

Take a picture, savor the moment I’m really on it
Never use a pen, just recording thoughts as I’m zoning
Shame, pain and rage the deepest thoughts that I’m holding
Picking up the pace til that prison sentence is over
Penitentiary restricting my mom from witnessing
How I took her bars and made bars for killing shit
Working out these flows kept me strong no fitness shit
Crop em out the picture cause them boys don’t fit the shit
Never gang bang but tell them boys I’m with the shit
Last name Hill but it’s a mountain I’m dealing with

And I steady put in time to the grind
Getting ready for that muhfukn climb
Young nigga, old niggas hear & seem to admire
Funny niggas from my past on they Richard Pryor
See these niggas plot, when you plan to aspire
and these niggas pray I flop, but I don’t plan to expire

I’m killing the competition, tell them niggas that the jig is up
This shit precision, I shoot the clip til it’s clicking up
Knew hate was real when my closest homies start switching up
That’s part the reason when niggas call I don’t pick it up 
All gold wrist and Polo scented Mars for the bitches
Money on the way, my palm’s itching
Lil nigga, talking big business
Coughing up blood every verse, realizing I’m the sickest
Haters be the quickest to say that we not
Taking over the world with the shit that we got 
Never showing em pity with the shit that we drop
Spit this shit to my momma like say it ain’t hot, yeah
I swear Volume got me spazzing with the truth
Spitting fire feeling like a fuckin dragon in the booth
Fast & furious, lyrics like I’m dragging in a coupe
Black lamborghini, red satin in the coupe  
Marble floor manors, king mattress in the room
And I just gotta get it so I’m laughing when I do man
I’m never worried bout rappers who don’t respond back
Or A&R’s who contemplating the contract, 
Sadity bitches with no ambition should fall back
I’m on a mission for commas, digits and all that.
And then some, I win some then win some
Then treat my W as a loss and then win again some
To me, a win really don’t mean shit when you working a 9-5 but
you have dreams rich 
Still plotting, still talking with God to expand my gift
Pray 11:11 that he grant this wish
I told Kalin I was finna catch a body
Thanking my supporters, cause they keep a nigga solid
Cause now the man’s ill, got me feeling like i’m Johnny
Real nigga, tell Jay or Ross to sign me I could run shit.

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