Focused
We on the way
Lil some i got to say
Way to busy for some love
I could never love a scrub
I fell in love with catching dubs
Say it to they face homie fuck a sub
Listen
Im way too busy for some love
Out here flooding these streets
I used slang hella drugs
Now I'm running these beats
The route i know is bout the paper
Better run me my green
They mad cuz I'm not even banging
Homie all about me
Tell how you really banging
But you broke your pockets knotted up
Lil homie get some dough
Man I really gotta do this
So i roll one up to smoke
Elevated motivated
In the clouds where I float
Im so high with it
Pass the smoke better hit that
And i'm moving paranoid better get back
It get tricky a messy up in this shit man
It get wicked and twisted up in this life fam
But i don't give a fuck
Its the way that choose
Counting hella blues
Cuz man I aint trynna lose
Plenty horses in the whip
Cutting up getting through
To my destination fool
Is where I'm getting too
Im with movement
So she gon choose up
She gon toot thang up
I aint gon lose her
I know these groupies all too well
They want their views up
They like to hang around the artists feel exclusive
Risk is all i know bet my life onna wager
Grew up in a place
Where yo life is in danger
Fire in my heart
Rocking out like a rager
Men lie bitches lie
But these numbers don't
I feel this is my world
You just in it though
Same way i see no competition
You just in my way
Foolie close your mouth And really listen
This some fire cuz we rollin in
With heat waves gotta keep the focus
Give a fuck about what he say
Locked in they could never
Keeped me boxed in
Cuz i think outside the box
Running to bank im laughing
Going up only way to go
Life's a risk watch me move
Bet i get right quick
My jumper smoove
Watch me hit this swish we knockin 3s
We ain't brickin shit bitch
Im way too busy for some love
Out here flooding these streets
I used slang hella drugs
Now I'm running these beats
The route i know is bout the paper
Better run me my green
They mad cuz I'm not even banging
Homie all about me
Tell how you really banging
But you broke your pockets knotted up
Lil homie get some dough
Man I really gotta do this
So i roll one up to smoke
Elevated motivated
In the clouds where I float
Lil some i got to say
Way to busy for some love
I could never love a scrub
I fell in love with catching dubs
Say it to they face homie fuck a sub
Listen
Im way too busy for some love
Out here flooding these streets
I used slang hella drugs
Now I'm running these beats
The route i know is bout the paper
Better run me my green
They mad cuz I'm not even banging
Homie all about me
Tell how you really banging
But you broke your pockets knotted up
Lil homie get some dough
Man I really gotta do this
So i roll one up to smoke
Elevated motivated
In the clouds where I float
Im so high with it
Pass the smoke better hit that
And i'm moving paranoid better get back
It get tricky a messy up in this shit man
It get wicked and twisted up in this life fam
But i don't give a fuck
Its the way that choose
Counting hella blues
Cuz man I aint trynna lose
Plenty horses in the whip
Cutting up getting through
To my destination fool
Is where I'm getting too
Im with movement
So she gon choose up
She gon toot thang up
I aint gon lose her
I know these groupies all too well
They want their views up
They like to hang around the artists feel exclusive
Risk is all i know bet my life onna wager
Grew up in a place
Where yo life is in danger
Fire in my heart
Rocking out like a rager
Men lie bitches lie
But these numbers don't
I feel this is my world
You just in it though
Same way i see no competition
You just in my way
Foolie close your mouth And really listen
This some fire cuz we rollin in
With heat waves gotta keep the focus
Give a fuck about what he say
Locked in they could never
Keeped me boxed in
Cuz i think outside the box
Running to bank im laughing
Going up only way to go
Life's a risk watch me move
Bet i get right quick
My jumper smoove
Watch me hit this swish we knockin 3s
We ain't brickin shit bitch
Im way too busy for some love
Out here flooding these streets
I used slang hella drugs
Now I'm running these beats
The route i know is bout the paper
Better run me my green
They mad cuz I'm not even banging
Homie all about me
Tell how you really banging
But you broke your pockets knotted up
Lil homie get some dough
Man I really gotta do this
So i roll one up to smoke
Elevated motivated
In the clouds where I float
Credits
Writer(s): Krishna Hernandez
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