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Focus (prod. by The Black Mob)

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New CTE Slick Pulla Blood Raw Mr. 17-5 And you can call me Young Get a boy stay focused Last year alone a quarter mil off of strokers Fresh back in town, looking like a star though Came to bring my GT and my AR My strap in my golf, my chop in my Benz G behind the wheel, can't see behind the tints Squad game crazy, been that way since the 80s Fighting all the time with my crazy Uncle Grady A million dollar man, but I'm still sharing space Plus I promised King B I wouldn't let a nigga play me First I copped Mercedes, then I copped the shoes Rap niggas talking weight, that was back in '98 I'm straight Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater And don't nothing spin but this motherfucking paper So don't ask us what we looking at homie You know we got our eyes on that money Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater And don't nothing spin but this motherfucking paper So don't ask me what I'm looking at homie You know I got my eyes on that money Fuck Bobby Drake, I stay with a stallion The voice box, I speak for the masses Slick Jeezy Raw, three the hard way Get a game straight to you nigga, no foul play Came up from nothing, from the block we roll Got my cleats tied up with my uniform on Money in the mattress, I sleep on dough You can shut the booth down, one sleep he flow Fetti on my mind, with thoughts of more Like Bruce Lee boy, yeah I got the glow Lame niggas quick to pause when they stashing hoes We them niggas in the trenches holding it down for sure Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater And don't nothing spin but this motherfucking paper So don't ask us what we looking at homie You know we got our eyes on that money Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater And don't nothing spin but this motherfucking paper So don't ask me what I'm looking at homie You know I got my eyes on that money The streets are talking, but the boy on the grind Fuck what they saying, I got money on my mind Real niggas love me, them ho niggas fear me Before I let 'em stop my shine, a nigga have to kill me So many haters, the boy ain't stunning Middle finger out the Chevy, I don't see the motherfuckers Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater Ain't worried 'bout Raw, you better try to get some patience Speak the truth, I'ma give a nigga game I ain't even do anything, I mean what I say TBA still hungry, nigga we gon' eat Survive anywhere cause we came from the streets Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater And don't nothing spin but this motherfucking paper So don't ask us what we looking at homie You know we got our eyes on that money Don't nothing hate but a motherfucking hater And don't nothing spin but this motherfucking paper So don't ask me what I'm looking at homie You know I got my eyes on that money Focus Focus Focus Focus