Focus

One focus, that's the money Ben Franklins
One motive, tryna up a nigga ranking
No folding, gotta watch for ill intentions
Stay loaded, cause I know they fingers itching
Cold heart, every time that judge announce the sentence
Fourth down, nigga this a game of inches
No faking, know you tired of that pretending
All that money in your pocket but you still can't pay attention

Now I'm focused
Think I got my money straight cause I can't even fold it
But I ain't tired of rich rolling
Put my niggas on it, I can't get tired of being vocal
Now we going global, cause I got tired of being local
How to separate myself from niggas who can't see the vision
I can't be a victim so that 40 popping like prescription
I can't be a victim, I can't let them lock me in that prison
This is competition nigga I'm just tryna beat the system
One focus, level up like it's promotion
Niggas hoeing, that's why they left me in the open
Can't just keep it on you but you gotta keep it loaded
Always got it on me but you might not ever notice

One focus, that's the money Ben Franklins
One motive, tryna up a nigga ranking
No folding, gotta watch for ill intentions
Stay loaded, cause I know they fingers itching
Cold heart, every time that judge announce the sentence
Fourth down, nigga this a game of inches
No faking, know you tired of that pretending
All that money in your pocket but you still can't pay attention

Trust issues, be careful what you getting into
No relationships I fell in love with instrumentals
One focus, I'm tryna run up my credentials
I ain't do this shit on purpose promise it was incidental
Got my money up I'm only focused on essentials
Fuck a pen and pad my lyrics never seen a pencil
No rehearsal my shit just be coming off the mental
Girl don't take no pictures gotta keep it confidential
You just want attention
He just want a mention
I'm just trying to make sure momma living in a mansion
I don't got no patience need that money in advancement
I never sleeping cause that Glizzy got enhancements

One focus, that's the money Ben Franklins
One motive, tryna up a nigga ranking
No folding, gotta watch for ill intentions
Stay loaded, cause I know they fingers itching
Cold heart, every time that judge announce the sentence
Fourth down, nigga this a game of inches
No faking, know you tired of that pretending
All that money in your pocket but you still can't pay attention



Credits
Writer(s): Quinton Lewis
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