Attention ft. TreDon & MITTEL Lyrics

Fiending for attention

Imma let you be

Stuck in your own dimension

The media greed

Different type of breed

To keep all your closest beneath you

That just couldn't be me

That just couldn't be me, no

You can play hard to get

Imma look right over

None of that really matter to me

Want it, I get it

No slight way to spell it

You really suited for the streets

Snakes slither in the weeds

Had to fill a mower 'bout like five times

They gon' do anything get you to freeze

Niggas copping heaters to pass by

Do my best, I'm trying

Never seem to be enough though

I get it's a difference in wanting than doing the most

I be playing my luck

Do what it takes just to get a lil buck

Starting to become a cliché

But I really do want me that Lamb truck

Or the Rari one

I've been lost, all the doubt

I don't have none

Window rolling, let her feel the breeze

Hair down to her knees

She ain't asking when she say please

Think I give money for free?

Let her go, I could go on a money spree

She gon' probably end up on a fucking spree

So what? That's fine by me

Let my homie hit, she wish it was me

Always reach for what seem out of my touch

I can't help, I just can't have enough

Want the world, you ain't gotta rush

I know it's hard to trust

'Specially when you from a smaller town

All the city lights giving a different buzz

Felt it in my heart from younging

This what my life was

New essentials

Nothing too special, no

Won't get you stressed out this time

I'll keep it gentle, oh

Pulse in my temple

She know that mean I'm thinking 'bout it

Was I meant to choose you over all I do?

Over all I do

I try not to be picky

Why can't we share the same views?

It's niggas out here splurging alone

Others purging whole crews

Let's meet in the middle

Change a dime to a nickel

You know if I eat, you eat too

Fiending for attention

Imma let you be

Stuck in your own dimension

The media greed

Different type of breed

To keep all your closest beneath you

That just couldn't be me

That just couldn't be me, no

You can play hard to get

Imma look right over

None of that really matter to me

Want it, I get it

No slight way to spell it

You really suited for the streets

Snakes slither in the weeds

Had to fill a mower 'bout like five times

They gon' do anything get you to freeze

Niggas copping heaters to pass by