Stay Focused
Nigga when you on the grind you gotta stay focused
I say little baby throw that ass back slow motion
Water on my neck say she want me Dive in her ocean
She a star player yea she don't need no coaching
Cruising In a foreign with the top down
These Niggas only wanna beef when the cops round
Guaranteed you ain't never even heard a Glock sound
My mind lost and it's just something that was not found
Chasing after money I be worried where the cash at
She want a birkin little bitch keep on asking where her bag at
I fuck her good like what you mad at
Up a roll on these niggas give them something they can laugh at
Cause ain't shit funny unless you laughing to the bank
Fuck round and got addicted so I'm passing On the drank
Niggas pray that they can catch a nigga lacking but they can't
She asking why I'm bold I just be saying what I thank
I pray for days dropping a hundred On a wrist watch
Niggas playing killer I'm In the field making Tik toks
Bitches acting boujee but they know that I'm the shit now
Looking down on me it's so crazy how we switched spots
Once you switch sides it ain't no coming back
Bitch you knew what you was doing it ain't none of that
Like how you do me bold hit the road now you running back
Had a real nigga with a bag how you fumble that
Niggas then stabbed me in my back that's the reason why them bridges burned
Ain't solid how you niggas think shit that's the lessons i than learned
Wasn't hating on no niggas I was waiting for my turn
Nobody had to grind for me money I done earned
Niggas sick I'm getting off like I ain't from the slums
We like a marching band niggas walking round with drums
Counting money for so long it's cramping up my thumbs
And nigga I ain't running from the smoke I feel it in my lungs
I know a lot of people struggle lot of people got it bad
I know you praying for a bag nigga get up off your ass
Time to put them feelings down that's the reason why you mad
Post it when you really got it not some shìt that you then had
How you want a bag with no hustle
Nigga how you tryna flex with no muscle
If I ain't know you ten plus I can't trust you
Hate it when you up when you down they gone love you
I say little baby throw that ass back slow motion
Water on my neck say she want me Dive in her ocean
She a star player yea she don't need no coaching
Cruising In a foreign with the top down
These Niggas only wanna beef when the cops round
Guaranteed you ain't never even heard a Glock sound
My mind lost and it's just something that was not found
Chasing after money I be worried where the cash at
She want a birkin little bitch keep on asking where her bag at
I fuck her good like what you mad at
Up a roll on these niggas give them something they can laugh at
Cause ain't shit funny unless you laughing to the bank
Fuck round and got addicted so I'm passing On the drank
Niggas pray that they can catch a nigga lacking but they can't
She asking why I'm bold I just be saying what I thank
I pray for days dropping a hundred On a wrist watch
Niggas playing killer I'm In the field making Tik toks
Bitches acting boujee but they know that I'm the shit now
Looking down on me it's so crazy how we switched spots
Once you switch sides it ain't no coming back
Bitch you knew what you was doing it ain't none of that
Like how you do me bold hit the road now you running back
Had a real nigga with a bag how you fumble that
Niggas then stabbed me in my back that's the reason why them bridges burned
Ain't solid how you niggas think shit that's the lessons i than learned
Wasn't hating on no niggas I was waiting for my turn
Nobody had to grind for me money I done earned
Niggas sick I'm getting off like I ain't from the slums
We like a marching band niggas walking round with drums
Counting money for so long it's cramping up my thumbs
And nigga I ain't running from the smoke I feel it in my lungs
I know a lot of people struggle lot of people got it bad
I know you praying for a bag nigga get up off your ass
Time to put them feelings down that's the reason why you mad
Post it when you really got it not some shìt that you then had
How you want a bag with no hustle
Nigga how you tryna flex with no muscle
If I ain't know you ten plus I can't trust you
Hate it when you up when you down they gone love you
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Writer(s): Eugene Brown
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