Focused (feat. Trace Deion)

Yeah I noticed, part the waves like Moses
She find a place to sit on my face like a hostess
Aye, we the closest, this two seat ride the lowest
You got me burnin up I'm feeling like Nick Jonas
Wait, but I'm the coldest
I need new opponents, they keep fouling me they sent me to the bonus
Aye, you just hopeless, I might strike some poses
Cause they take pics of me, but I'm the one that's focused

Aye, yea, can't say that I'm shocked no I'm not surprised
When I got to the top knew these niggas would lie
They gonna act like they with me, but I know that they not
Yeah they just want my spot
That's too bad you got benched, why you still taking shots? Yuh
Balling out 20 pointer my wrist, I call it NBA
Shawty so bad shoot my shot I don't miss, make her sign this NDA
She wasn't gonna say shit anyway, yea that's what she said
I'm a man of my word til I'm dead, my niggas gonna cover me just like a spread, yuh

He gon do what I say like a pledge, got the lyrics goin over they head
Try to keep it cleaned up, but baby look at this mess
Wrong shit I guess, I'm lit, confess
I'm addicted to them fuckin hips in that dress
Swear I'm done with it (Yea)
Matter fact anymore, don't have fun with it
My team we ballin I ain't keeping track, but I swear we have 150
Mawfuckas ain't done winnin'
We deserve a beach, beach, beach, let the sun hit him
If they disrespect the clique we let the guns get him
Ain't playing fair, keeping the hugs venom
We ain't keeping the shrugs little, shake it off, don't got love they make it up
Speak bout the family I'm getting involved, this gun got a safety
They got a mawfucka taking it off, if they ain't helpin I'm breaking it off
I'm breaking it off, don't give no fucks anymore
Hope you're happy days last many more, I been through this all before
Focus on what is in store

Can't buy happiness so I bought a Gucci sweater
And I ain't gonna lie, nah it got me feeling better
Whoever said that shit lied or they didn't have enough cheddar
I cook the beat til it's tender, know Ima score like a header
No I'm talking bout clips, I'm talking bout guns, I'm talking bout blicks
If you still think that I'm sounding a lil sus well just ask your bitch how I really get
She let me mix, just like I'm ordering drinks up at Stix, yea
Funny story the bartender she lemme hit before I was rich, yea

Yeah I noticed, part the waves like Moses
She found a place to sit on my face like a hostess
Aye, we the closest, this two seat ride the lowest
You got me burnin up I'm feeling like Nick Jonas
Wait, but I'm the coldest
I need new opponents, they keep fouling me they sent me to the bonus
Aye, you just hopeless, I might strike some poses
Cause they take pics of me but I'm the one that's focused



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Writer(s): Trevor Kreke
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