Focused

Stu every night No days off in this shit Feeling like Feeling like I gotta make it Put my time in this shit Focus on that bag I could never lose sight of the trail I been my own shit trappin up in the field This shit get dangerous tryna get some money in the field I'm still in the same position How I'm suppose to chill You ain't been through What I been through You won't know how I feel Palms itching I gotta get it I can't stand still I see the blue lights ina rear view So I gotta peel She see me shinning and flexing She thought I had a deal I speak my pain through music I'm tryna show you the proof Sometimes I hop in the booth When I don't what do I get up high to get focus And I get high to kill time Some times I take me ah When I got shit on my mind Fast foward f*ck the past I don't wanna rewind See da vision like raven Know I'm one of a kind If you turned on me before You might just do it again Made that same mistake before Know I won't do it again No I don't wanna be homies No I don't wanna be friends Know shawty wanna come check me Cause I be popping these bands Won't splurge on no shawty I need the head in advance She called her friends said she with me So she just cancels the plans Focus on that bag I could never lose sight of that trail I been my own shit Trappin up in the field This shit get dangerous Tryna get some money in the field I'm still in the same position How I'm spose to chill You ain't been through What I Been through You won't know how I feel Palms itching I gotta get it I can't stand still I see the blue lights ina rear view So I gotta peel She see me shinning and flexing She thought I had a deal Rapping all night All my money go to stu sessions No one to vent to I turned the booth to a confession Niggas dying ova petty shit How I'm still here Cops killing niggas before the ambulance get there Like people blind to this shit How ima make it Gotta put my mind to this shit Dropping songs back to back Like I got albums in this clip Bump my music when I'm riding Cause it hit different inda whip Brothers told me keep going So ima keep throwing Making heat Catching every beat Like I'm Terrel Owens And I got it from the mud so I don't owe no one If it God himself I won't fear no one Focus on that bag I could never lose sight of that trail I been my own shit trappin up in the field This shit get dangerous tryna get some money in the field I'm still in the same position How I'm suppose to chill You ain't been through What I been through You won't know how I feel Palms itching I gotta get it I can't stand still I see the blue lights ina rear view so I gotta peel She see me shinning and flexing She thought I had a deal