Notice (feat. Micahfonecheck)

Mmhm Yea yeah Ay Notice I put all you niggas on Notice I'm coming for everything I hope you notice Blame it on the grind Running outta time Money on mind And I'm focused I put all you niggas up on Notice So heres fair warning Dont you blow it Blame it on the grind Running outta time Money on mind And I'm focused Look at me now Look at me now It's Qwizzy from the city where the wind on ten I've been sittin around, I'm writin raps again And workin hard with the grass on my stoner shit I'm runnin laps on ya raps in my skinnies I don't f*ck with you rats or you Minnie's I'm giving you my heart a plenty Your lyrics no realer than counterfeit twenties I'm livin my life through good bad and ugly I did it myself what can you take from me I aint slept in 400 Sundays And I'ma keep working til I reach my someday Grind pays, you minimum wage You cant dock what I make in this booth I'm too direct for you actors keep waitin on Q I get right to action expendables 2 And I played the background like Otis And Blue They love lil Ruffin who came to see you Got where I was going work hard no promotion I'm leadin my gang like I'm Clooney in Oceans I'm tryna be frank, Lucas or Castle To make up for not donning gowns and tassels Skipped all my classes, wrote down my classics Smoke like addict but won't let you past him Notice I put all you niggas on Notice I'm coming for everything I hope you notice Blame it on the grind Running outta time Money on mind And I'm focused I put all you niggas up on Notice So heres fair warning Dont you blow it Blame it on the grind Running outta time Money on mind And I'm focused Light one for this four eyed bastard The one who talks too white for rappin Put your head in a book and pass classes Cuz you aint pullin no hoes wearing them glasses But now I dodge box, matrix She wanna go 12 rounds tell her call my agent I do a couple women kinda foul and it's flagrant And I make her chase me for a mile off my fragrance Uh Run that mile hoe 8 of em for the D and my smile hoe Ima Chi nigga but I never blush for a bitch Rap nigga but I'll never slouch to be rich Trap nigga cuz I'm on a corner with the piff With my niggas like ain't nobody movin like this I been buildin with the gods brick by brick Til I'm skyscraper high all alone getting lit uh In my safe haven Thinkin bout the women that I've yet to lay with House party stroke game see this kid ain't playin Treated me like Bilal now I'm who they payin And lil Marty Mart he got his own show A couple of Ginas, and a Pam or 3 I got a tommy gun flow, my writtens dumber than Cole Let all ya bruh mans know I'll send shit up 5 floors uh Notice I put all you niggas on Notice I'm coming for everything I hope you notice Blame it on the grind Running outta time Money on mind And I'm focused I put all you niggas up on Notice So heres fair warning Dont you blow it Blame it on the grind Running outta time Money on mind And I'm focused