Focused

Why waste your time grinding for
And not grinding towards it
Y'all better off waiting on
Instead of waiting for it
Most of y'all just be fronting
Like you ain't supposed to do it
Funny now I could feel myself
Getting closer to it

Okay
Shout out to them niggas grinding
Like they dipping life in the pen
Flip the product, stash the profits
Right after you count it
And then go do that shit again
Or whether you're over the counter
Or under the table
Just make sure you stackin' your shit
Like "I'm tired of all of these back to back
Over time shifts
Just to end up right back in this bitch"
Oh damn oh damn
Niggas front cuz that's their only hustle
And they know
That they don't be moving no grams
Try to talk numbers
Like they some professionals
But never stick to the program
In this fast world
Full of fast money, and fast girls
How could you slow down?
Laugh like this shit outta character nigga
But it be ya own mans
Safe to say that I hate the sucker shit
You niggas be on
Keep that thing off safety
While you play the corner
Making sure them niggas
Stay out your zone
Ain't safe in it though
Hope to see the day
When you ain't gotta serve
The substance you on
But that ounce still a ounce
And ain't flipped to a pound
So tell me what the fuck you touching it for
I know a couple of those
Part-time-hustlers
Used to dealing with
Small time customers
And mainly have a
Hard time functioning
Off the Xanax they on
Please understand that you don't
Conduct a smart profession
(Oh no)
Cuz you more about consumption
(Lil bro)
And of course y'all reluctant
To go be productive a man of your own
Grind how you grind
But always work smarter
Not harder
Get rich or die tryin'
Pull off the lot
Laughing right at the dealer like Marcus
Leave em no options
But to go and just pop shit
What an accomplishment, right?
It's amazing when you really manage
How time is spent

Now
We plan to scream, "by any means"
While doing things that we choose to
While these niggas still in the street
Doing the same shit that they used to
So why grind the same way as them
If you still expect a different outcome?
Cuz they ain't making outlandish dollars
That's just common cents
And you ain't got none

Why waste your time grinding for
And not grinding towards it
Y'all better off waiting on
Instead of waiting for it
Most of y'all just be fronting
Like you ain't supposed to do it
Funny now I could feel myself
Getting closer to it

Move my kid from where pops is around
Before he say that's no pops is around
It's harder to argue with clowns
With just peace and quiet in town
I just be properly
Using my mind as a firearm and
And it's the highest of calibers
Thousands of rounds
Silencers on it
I verbally body them now
And I won't even bother with nouns
You shouldn't take any days off
So why lay?
Laughing while plucking more
Ashes than folk in Pompei
We all chasing that bread
And what I'm tryna say
Is when you get accustomed to loafing
Is when you violate
The mind state is
Always do it grande
And that's an overlying statement
And mistakes being made
Is apart the game
But you won't achieve shit
If you're there complacent
Go chase your dreams
Think of it as a race with me
Keep your pace
Till the days you win
And the people that hate
Goin' be outraged and goin' say some things
But you know
That's what your greatness brings
They're all afraid
Of the accolades
That your gathering
With each passing day
And they're stacking up
Got them so aggravating
But all they gonna say is
That I'm glad you made it
And that's the reason why
I'm tryin' get this money in like
Four time zones
Not this porch I'm on
Set course to be historic whenever I Rome
And of course, have a Porsche
Right in front of my home
Could never hate you with the time I'm on
And I saying that I'm praying we could all get along
But they're all bygones
I'm like "All! Bye!" Gone
Couldn't ask for a loan
When I was on my own
But that's alright though
Crabs in a barrel gonna always fight
I'm just breaking the cycle
To them that's just
More money to die fo'
And one less monkey
Out there on the tightrope
And I don't believe in the dumb shit
Leave me the commas
Please keep the comments
While I leave this footnote
For whoever you run with
Dear competition
This letter's just in case
You still ain't get the notion
I'm calling out all-the-bull
Like I just sent a man in motion
So please make sure that you pick
A hobby or profession you can grow in
Just work while they never notice
Till they know this...
Nigga we focused



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Writer(s): Lorenzo Bess Jr.
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