Stay focus

Look Im the last of the breed
Im Moses with the staff and hip hop is the sea
Money is the motive being cocky was the key
I was way too humble its time to send they ass a fee
Its time to pay that
I still have nightmares about where I stayed at
Had to hustle cuz my mama was livin pay check to pay check
Yeah Straight out the gravel lost some day ones to the gavel
Make me wanna time travel to way back when
So I can talk to my kin
Tell his ass it ain't worth losing yourself in the end
Every bar hit hard ya better cover ya chin
Granny told me dat Im covered in sin
Gotta repent
I said what for Im just gone do it again
Ya feel me
Thats what happens when a thug vent

Boy you in the game but its time to put a sub in
Cuz you niggas lackin
And I aint talking steel
Im talkin bout the skill
Im talking bout them punchlines that give a nigga the chills
Name a nigga that can spit it more real
I gave my all til it was nothin to give
Poured out my heart I shared pain that I know you can feel
Every line you know Im shootin' to kill
Gotta stay focused
Reminiscing on the days that I felt hopeless
Cold world and a nigga was coatless
But my heater kept me right
And now i feel so roguish
Late night in the field thats when you feel so soulless
Look me in my eyes I know yo ass notice

Thats the king in me
We ain't playing checkers but they kinging me
And my bitch pussy sweet as Tennessee honey thats lil rabbit like the bunny
Draped in karats she love the money
Fuck them niggas they so crummy
Look at my opponent they sleeping on me with no melatonin
I let em sleep while Im up early every morning
Unplug the alarm and while they sleepin Im just out here eating Im Gods favorite heathen
I talked to a deacon told him dat i know some demons
I talked to number 4 he said he gone die squeezing
I looked up at em and that nigga he was cheesing
But we both knew he was serious his eyes filled with weariness



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Writer(s): Phillip Hickman
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