FOCUS (feat. Roger Montgomery)
My lord
Hallowed be thy name
Be thy strength that got me through the hardships and the pain
My cup overrunneth
I'm losing faith never
And I will dwell
In the house, of the lord, forever
Now you ain't like me
We don't speak the same
Suck it easy
That's the tip, you can keep the change
I'm a god, I'm an avenue
So tell them never for me, that's what Kappa do
R-Ready have a main-chick that's with 'em
Make them boys
T-turning heads, that's the exorcism
Our Father up in heaven, he told me to listen (Listen)
For those tryna double-cross me, no crucifixion
Losing faith never
Yeah, yeah
That's nothing but a way of life
Survive them dark days, yeah, and the nights
That stood up on the burning field
My life then been through many turns like the steering wheel
Yeah, nigga I'm focused
(This nigga don't know this, we gon' notice)
You walk with some chains from that invoice
I guess J was right, that being a slave was a choice
R-Ready have a main-chick that's with 'em
Make them boys t-turning heads, that's the exorcism
Our Father up in heaven, he told me to listen (Listen)
For those tryna double-cross me, no crucifixion
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
Hallowed be thy name
Be thy strength that got me through the hardships and the pain
My cup overrunneth
I'm losing faith never
And I will dwell
In the house, of the lord, forever
Now you ain't like me
We don't speak the same
Suck it easy
That's the tip, you can keep the change
I'm a god, I'm an avenue
So tell them never for me, that's what Kappa do
R-Ready have a main-chick that's with 'em
Make them boys
T-turning heads, that's the exorcism
Our Father up in heaven, he told me to listen (Listen)
For those tryna double-cross me, no crucifixion
Losing faith never
Yeah, yeah
That's nothing but a way of life
Survive them dark days, yeah, and the nights
That stood up on the burning field
My life then been through many turns like the steering wheel
Yeah, nigga I'm focused
(This nigga don't know this, we gon' notice)
You walk with some chains from that invoice
I guess J was right, that being a slave was a choice
R-Ready have a main-chick that's with 'em
Make them boys t-turning heads, that's the exorcism
Our Father up in heaven, he told me to listen (Listen)
For those tryna double-cross me, no crucifixion
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
I'mma sweat ya
Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Gustav Hazell, Svante Clas Halldin, Alexander Guy Cook, Charlotte Emma Aitchison
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