Focused (Intro)

All got problems
What they do
Call my phone

Down on my luck
Aint got a dollar
Who I call on

Fell in love with it
True love
Get stepped on

Showing off your heart
You know its bound
To get stepped on

Just landed
Touched in Atlanta

Bout to cop a rental
And head to VA

I got a plug
Imma hit him
Know he solid
We can stop
In Greensboro
On the way

Its two in the morning
Me and rich arguing
Bring it to the yard
Care less who saw it

They just bystanders
Im the real answer
I feel like AI
When I set
My own standard

Who are you
In my DMs
Get smacked round

Call me scarface
Trust me
Cant trust clowns

How come when
You see me
That you always
Got your head down

You was talking
Big back then

Make no sound

Silencer be shooting
But you still
Hear the pew sound

Mama praying
For me
Gotta take it
To the pew now

Im the one
Who did it
Looking round
Like what I do now

Go in and attack
Then point me out
Like I want you now

I was just living
I cant focus on a blemish
But I see them in your story
And your made up image

You are not that hard
You are not that boy
Went to school
Played ball
Call your mama
For a living

Know the streets
Aint raise you
Come here
Let me save you

Getting out of line
Gotta give your
Ass a whooping

Nelly in the kitchen
Smelling good
What you cooking

We aint talking
Loud in public
Cause I know
They probably looking

Recorded conversation
They gon play it later
Try to raw me out
Say you love me
You a hater

When you was locked up
Down bad on your luck
No one there came through

Stayed solid
I aint play ya

All got problems
What they do
Call my phone

Down on my luck
Aint got a dollar
Who I call on

Fell in love with it
True love
Get stepped on

Showing off your heart
You know its bound
To get stepped on

All got problems
What they do
Call my phone

Down on my luck
Aint got a dollar
Who I call on

Fell in love with it
True love
Get stepped on

Showing off your heart
You know its bound
To get stepped on



Credits
Writer(s): Brionna Lee
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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