Focused
Focus I'm in my bag they know it
I been talking that shit but I don't write none but I been a poet
This bitch like what I'm on
Stay out the way
Run up a bag
My money long
2K on the kicks pop out watch this
Turn up at the party then I slide to the stew and I'm talking my shit
10 racks turn to a 20 I'm the type take a bitch go fly to London
Get mad because they know that I'm on it
Can't stop what I'm on cause I've been having motion
My game talk I don't gotta speak
Trying to get where I'm at but I'm out of reach
Trying to front what they doing I ain't going cause I already knew it
Make a play Count racks I'm gone
She trying to double back
I'm throwing a blitz like a quarterback
I got us on the map I've been running that
I've been flying these packs where is the luggage at
I could buy me a street for a quarter mill
Watch me trap out of the crib that be in the hills
If I put this bitch, I'll be MIA
I can't hear what you're saying because I'm talking to the bank
Real rap while we are sending load let's get to it
I've been on, but they already been knew it
Too much sauce when I walk, I'm a drip through it
Smile through the pain, you could tell that I've been through it
Hopped in the range and I'm beating the motor
Trying to act like my bitch so I know that she's going
Bro, get me in my mode and you know that it's over
Tried to give you the game you can't say I ain't told you
One song one pic dome got me up
Spark up we lit she like my vide
They can't search when we walk in the building
Too many people trying to get us inside
Walk up get up in that bitch
They made they can't get like this
I move different this militant shit
Shit ah get livid I stay out the way but you live in the mix
Focus I'm in my bag they know it
I been talking that shit but I don't write none but I been a poet
This bitch like what I'm on
Stay out the way
Run up a bag
My money long
2K on the kicks pop out watch this
Turn up at the party then I slide to the stew and I'm talking my shit
10 racks turn to a 20 I'm the type take a bitch go fly to London
Get mad because they know that I'm on it
Can't stop what I'm on cause I've been having motion
My game talk I don't gotta speak
Trying to get where I'm at but I'm out of reach
Trying to front what they doing I ain't going cause I already knew it
Make a play Count racks I'm gone
Let's go
I been talking that shit but I don't write none but I been a poet
This bitch like what I'm on
Stay out the way
Run up a bag
My money long
2K on the kicks pop out watch this
Turn up at the party then I slide to the stew and I'm talking my shit
10 racks turn to a 20 I'm the type take a bitch go fly to London
Get mad because they know that I'm on it
Can't stop what I'm on cause I've been having motion
My game talk I don't gotta speak
Trying to get where I'm at but I'm out of reach
Trying to front what they doing I ain't going cause I already knew it
Make a play Count racks I'm gone
She trying to double back
I'm throwing a blitz like a quarterback
I got us on the map I've been running that
I've been flying these packs where is the luggage at
I could buy me a street for a quarter mill
Watch me trap out of the crib that be in the hills
If I put this bitch, I'll be MIA
I can't hear what you're saying because I'm talking to the bank
Real rap while we are sending load let's get to it
I've been on, but they already been knew it
Too much sauce when I walk, I'm a drip through it
Smile through the pain, you could tell that I've been through it
Hopped in the range and I'm beating the motor
Trying to act like my bitch so I know that she's going
Bro, get me in my mode and you know that it's over
Tried to give you the game you can't say I ain't told you
One song one pic dome got me up
Spark up we lit she like my vide
They can't search when we walk in the building
Too many people trying to get us inside
Walk up get up in that bitch
They made they can't get like this
I move different this militant shit
Shit ah get livid I stay out the way but you live in the mix
Focus I'm in my bag they know it
I been talking that shit but I don't write none but I been a poet
This bitch like what I'm on
Stay out the way
Run up a bag
My money long
2K on the kicks pop out watch this
Turn up at the party then I slide to the stew and I'm talking my shit
10 racks turn to a 20 I'm the type take a bitch go fly to London
Get mad because they know that I'm on it
Can't stop what I'm on cause I've been having motion
My game talk I don't gotta speak
Trying to get where I'm at but I'm out of reach
Trying to front what they doing I ain't going cause I already knew it
Make a play Count racks I'm gone
Let's go
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Writer(s): William Goeckel Bauza
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