Focus lyrics

by

Bun B


Jeezy:
You can call me young yea the boy stay focused last year alone a quarter mil off in strokers frsh back in town lookin like a star told clem bring my gt and my ar a strap in my car a chop in my bent g behind the wheel you can't see behind the tint squad came crazy withthat weight since the 80's fighting all the time with my crazy uncle grady a million dollar man but im still ?? baby plus i promised kb i wouldn't let a n*gga play me first i copped the cedez then i copped the shoes rap n*ggas talkin weight that was back in 98 im straight

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Dont nothing hate but a motherf*cking hater dont nothing spend but this motherf*cking paper dont ask me what we lookin at homie you know we got our eyes on that money!(Focus)

Slick Pulla:
Bobby drake i stay with a stallion the voice box i speak for the slick jeezy raw 3 the hard way give the game straight to ya n*gga no foulplay came up from nothing from the block we rose got my cleats tied up with my uniform on money in the matress i sleep on dough you can shut the booth down watch sp flow fetti on my mind with thoughts of more like bruce leroy i got the glow lame n*ggas quick to call with they stash and hoes we the n*ggas in the trenches holdin it down fa sho

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Bloodraw:
They the streets is talkin but the boy on the grind f*ck what they say i got money on my mind the real n*ggas love me them ho n*ggas fear me fore i let em stop my shine a n*gga have to kill me so many haters the boy ain't studying em middle finger out the chevy i dont see them motherf*ckers dont nothing hate but a motherf*cking hater can't worry bout raw better try and get some paper speak the truth imma give a n*gga game either do anything i mean what i said usda still hungry n*gga we gon eat survive anywhere cuz we came from the streets

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