The Notice Lyrics

When I was young bitches wouldn't look my way

Now I'm done being

(Yea yea check)

Yea know how we rockin

(Yea Uh) I hold it down like it's king of the dot

Best flow around yea

Believe it or not

Cash rules every thing around me bitch I'm the cream of the crop

And I plant money trees and them leaves gonna drop

I'll kill your favorite rapper don't matter if I'm singing or not

Say you a rapper true question are you scheming or not

Cuz these niggas ain't barring me up

Yea the system ain't barring me up

I'm too hot for freeze tag ok I'm the hardest to touch

Try to dodge these jabs you'll end up with scars and cuts

My uppercuts send em to the emergency room on the top floor

Then the upper room at gods door

Bitches I don't got time for those

She open up like an envelope

I read her body language

And I know her playbook

I went through her pages (all her pages?) yeah nigga all her pages

Niggas said I souled my soul like a deal for tennis shoes

(Uh) Me and Money looking like goals bitch I say I do

(Uh) Tell a bitch back up like Woah bitches think we cool

(Uh) Niggas get left in the cold nigga where was you

When didn't have a meal to eat I struggling for food

(Uh) Niggas don't got skills like me

So when I spray the room

Like disinfectant

Yo What the fuck was you expecting

All praises to me

And All praises to a legend

When I was young bitches wouldn't look my way

I would always bite my tongue

Kept hoodie on my face

Now I'm done being humble when I'm in your space

And that tron looking jumbo when I show my face

Cuz my niggas got me and these bitches got me fucked up

You think you got me then you definitely fucked up

sleeping I'm on me this shit make em jump up (yah)

Yea this shit make em jump up

Ask your favorite rapper what he rapping about

Look ask these fucking bloggers what they yapping about

I been on my high horse I just happen to Joust

And she such a bad sport she get to scrambling out

I'm a G ima catch I never asked for a route

She don't want a gentleman she want a Letterman but she gotta Jack it

Before she put this sack in her mouth

And I'm way too combative

Don't get slapped in the mouth

And I'll let her man have it

like I'm handing it out

So move with hazard and there's Nothing else to panic about

I'm far from standard my potential at a dramatic amount

If a nigga want smoke we wont see him inhale

Niggas know I'm not a joke

From my demeanor you can tell

The labels treat you like a product so they keep you on the shelf

You don't believe in a god

You don't believe in yourself

But you put your faith in a bitch?

That would lead you to fail

Say she works the night shift

So she leaves you at twelve

To get hit by this nightstick

You would think she leave you for twelve

She ask why I can't love her

I told her that my hands tied I can't cuff her

And I'm such a franchise the way I come up with theses damn lines

You would think I cut em

they're that dope

She wanna milk me for my bread but I lack toast

Don't try to butter me up

Yea get back hoe

When I was young bitches wouldn't look my way

I would always bite my tongue

Kept hoodie on my face

Now I'm done being humble when I'm in your space

And that tron looking jumbo When I show my face

Cuz my niggas got me and these bitches got me fucked up

You think you got me then you definitely fucked up

Sleeping I'm on me this shit make em jump up (yah)

Yea this shit make em jump up