This ain't about a metaphor or simile
Im not the dude rapping about how gangster i pretend to be
Just get in the booth spit out my heart black out instantly
Other dudes talk tough when it all boils down they"re not ready for a quater century locked in a penitentiary
Fuck it theyll learn eventually
Theres science to this rap thing i think i mastered the chemistry mentally
I tell im people im good sometimes i gotta repeat it
Always given advice would have asked if i felt i need it
Half the time these niggas weeded talkin bout what they could have been
Got all the answers than nigga you should have did it then
Sounds ignorant but really trust me its not
Cuz when you on the right path they the ones that tell you to stop
Fake love is real hate fake friends still try hug me
Just fake daps smile on my face mind on my money
Plus these women are funnny tearing brothers apart
My uncle told me love em with your mind and never your heart
Only thing i truly love is music ain't charts
You can play with rap if you want im perfecting my art
Flowing got great stamina
Lapping all these amateurs
Real facts quit rap dudes should be janitors
Chorus:
As the horn blows
All i hear is
Get money stay loyal be cool
Forget what them niggas doing just remember do you
(repeat 2x)
The ignorance rate is high
People live by the rules that you gotta paid or die
Scrutinize the guys who survive living positive wearing a suit and tie
Cuz all they know is sell drugs and watch money multiply
Often i see cops staring givin the eagle eye
And think we type thats selling drugs tryna monopolize
Instead of eating donuts yall should solve all them homicides
This girl calling my phone and asked me my condom size
She said i heard you rappin all i see is the dollar signs
Adressing me as focus i ain't jacob no more
She knew me mad years but she ain't call me before
So when she call all a nigga do is press the ignore
Mi amor is seeing my mom smiling
Id love to get her a crib thats out in long island
If not that only settle for a small island
Anything she want as long as the good lord allow it
Its raw talent unique im big meat these niggas is small salads
Rapping about they closet or making a love balad
Give me something i could feel or just give me more violence
This ain't rap nigga tupacs back its thug passion
(Chorus)
Im not the dude rapping about how gangster i pretend to be
Just get in the booth spit out my heart black out instantly
Other dudes talk tough when it all boils down they"re not ready for a quater century locked in a penitentiary
Fuck it theyll learn eventually
Theres science to this rap thing i think i mastered the chemistry mentally
I tell im people im good sometimes i gotta repeat it
Always given advice would have asked if i felt i need it
Half the time these niggas weeded talkin bout what they could have been
Got all the answers than nigga you should have did it then
Sounds ignorant but really trust me its not
Cuz when you on the right path they the ones that tell you to stop
Fake love is real hate fake friends still try hug me
Just fake daps smile on my face mind on my money
Plus these women are funnny tearing brothers apart
My uncle told me love em with your mind and never your heart
Only thing i truly love is music ain't charts
You can play with rap if you want im perfecting my art
Flowing got great stamina
Lapping all these amateurs
Real facts quit rap dudes should be janitors
Chorus:
As the horn blows
All i hear is
Get money stay loyal be cool
Forget what them niggas doing just remember do you
(repeat 2x)
The ignorance rate is high
People live by the rules that you gotta paid or die
Scrutinize the guys who survive living positive wearing a suit and tie
Cuz all they know is sell drugs and watch money multiply
Often i see cops staring givin the eagle eye
And think we type thats selling drugs tryna monopolize
Instead of eating donuts yall should solve all them homicides
This girl calling my phone and asked me my condom size
She said i heard you rappin all i see is the dollar signs
Adressing me as focus i ain't jacob no more
She knew me mad years but she ain't call me before
So when she call all a nigga do is press the ignore
Mi amor is seeing my mom smiling
Id love to get her a crib thats out in long island
If not that only settle for a small island
Anything she want as long as the good lord allow it
Its raw talent unique im big meat these niggas is small salads
Rapping about they closet or making a love balad
Give me something i could feel or just give me more violence
This ain't rap nigga tupacs back its thug passion
(Chorus)
( Focus The Truth )
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