Qwizzy West - Notice (feat. Micahfonecheck) Lyrics

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