Back in the day they used to state I was acting black
Had the starter cap plus the back pack thats full of rap
I got mad till I had the fact
Realized I'll be just a guest in the house of rap
Cause I been down since the cabbage patch
When come around they used to clown now cause i was wack
Then they all had to stop and laugh
I'm working twice as hard but I seem to go like half as fast
If you don't know what Im meaning
Used to rock the open mic like every single weekend
Sneak in while I'm hoping I can pass as puerto rican
But they booed me off the stage right there before I start speaking
Dang man I got dissed again
Seems like Im never fitting in nobody listening
White boy floridian Christian not from michigan
Could any where else be a worse type of predicament pay attention
Pay attention they never pay attention
Pay attention they never ever pay attention
You see I wouldn't have to mention if you just pay attention
Getting sick of it seen it all just crash
Cause when I said Christian rap they was like whats that
Rush past then I stop like a bus pass
Staring at me like I'm a cyclops with a mustache
Sometimes I wanna bust back
But if I trust in God then I gotta learn to trust that
He in control man and I love that
I might be old school but i never ever cut class
And I aint trying to get ya sympathy
Where I'm gone go I'm a get there eventually
This rap thing will never be my identity
So I keep the trinity close in my vicinity
Man you really must be kidding me
I aint going nowhere I'm still here physically
100 shows a year that aint a mystery
So stop posting on my timeline that you missed me pay attention..
Keep dissing me I aint even listening
You aint innocent you love to be ignorant
Ya dirty mouth needs some listerine
Plus you ought to gargle that junk up with Mr Clean
It aint the same since I hit the scene
It aint about the money or the fame that they give to me
Cause I aint focused on the little things
Like who's the dopest cuz my hope is in only king
They aint know what I had bring
Working like I'm Jordan in 94 trying to get the ring
So you better eat your spinach
Cause I aint getting old man I'm just getting vintage
Do you dudes know the difference
Your crews finished before I go and spit two sentences
Good riddance ya whole flow is too timid
3 minutes of your fame is down to two minutes pay attention
KJ-52 - Pay Attention Lyrics
KJ-52 - Pay Attention Lyrics
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Back in the day they used to state I was acting black
Had the starter cap plus the back pack thats full of rap
I got mad till I had the fact
Realized I'll be just a guest in the house of rap
Cause I been down since the cabbage patch
When come around they used to clown now cause i was wack
Then they all had to stop and laugh
I'm working twice as hard but I seem to go like half as fast
If you don't know what Im meaning
Used to rock the open mic like every single weekend
Sneak in while I'm hoping I can pass as puerto rican
But they booed me off the stage right there before I start speaking
Dang man I got dissed again
Seems like Im never fitting in nobody listening
White boy floridian Christian not from michigan
Could any where else be a worse type of predicament pay attention
Pay attention they never pay attention
Pay attention they never ever pay attention
You see I wouldn't have to mention if you just pay attention
Getting sick of it seen it all just crash
Cause when I said Christian rap they was like whats that
Rush past then I stop like a bus pass
Staring at me like I'm a cyclops with a mustache
Sometimes I wanna bust back
But if I trust in God then I gotta learn to trust that
He in control man and I love that
I might be old school but i never ever cut class
And I aint trying to get ya sympathy
Where I'm gone go I'm a get there eventually
This rap thing will never be my identity
So I keep the trinity close in my vicinity
Man you really must be kidding me
I aint going nowhere I'm still here physically
100 shows a year that aint a mystery
So stop posting on my timeline that you missed me pay attention..
Keep dissing me I aint even listening
You aint innocent you love to be ignorant
Ya dirty mouth needs some listerine
Plus you ought to gargle that junk up with Mr Clean
It aint the same since I hit the scene
It aint about the money or the fame that they give to me
Cause I aint focused on the little things
Like who's the dopest cuz my hope is in only king
They aint know what I had bring
Working like I'm Jordan in 94 trying to get the ring
So you better eat your spinach
Cause I aint getting old man I'm just getting vintage
Do you dudes know the difference
Your crews finished before I go and spit two sentences
Good riddance ya whole flow is too timid
3 minutes of your fame is down to two minutes pay attention
Had the starter cap plus the back pack thats full of rap
I got mad till I had the fact
Realized I'll be just a guest in the house of rap
Cause I been down since the cabbage patch
When come around they used to clown now cause i was wack
Then they all had to stop and laugh
I'm working twice as hard but I seem to go like half as fast
If you don't know what Im meaning
Used to rock the open mic like every single weekend
Sneak in while I'm hoping I can pass as puerto rican
But they booed me off the stage right there before I start speaking
Dang man I got dissed again
Seems like Im never fitting in nobody listening
White boy floridian Christian not from michigan
Could any where else be a worse type of predicament pay attention
Pay attention they never pay attention
Pay attention they never ever pay attention
You see I wouldn't have to mention if you just pay attention
Getting sick of it seen it all just crash
Cause when I said Christian rap they was like whats that
Rush past then I stop like a bus pass
Staring at me like I'm a cyclops with a mustache
Sometimes I wanna bust back
But if I trust in God then I gotta learn to trust that
He in control man and I love that
I might be old school but i never ever cut class
And I aint trying to get ya sympathy
Where I'm gone go I'm a get there eventually
This rap thing will never be my identity
So I keep the trinity close in my vicinity
Man you really must be kidding me
I aint going nowhere I'm still here physically
100 shows a year that aint a mystery
So stop posting on my timeline that you missed me pay attention..
Keep dissing me I aint even listening
You aint innocent you love to be ignorant
Ya dirty mouth needs some listerine
Plus you ought to gargle that junk up with Mr Clean
It aint the same since I hit the scene
It aint about the money or the fame that they give to me
Cause I aint focused on the little things
Like who's the dopest cuz my hope is in only king
They aint know what I had bring
Working like I'm Jordan in 94 trying to get the ring
So you better eat your spinach
Cause I aint getting old man I'm just getting vintage
Do you dudes know the difference
Your crews finished before I go and spit two sentences
Good riddance ya whole flow is too timid
3 minutes of your fame is down to two minutes pay attention
Writer: Jonah Sorrentino
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