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fg famous - focus lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
you know i’m the head youngin in charge
like this

[chorus]
the ones that claim they love you, be the ones that hate you
i can’t f-ck with no n-ggas, don’t wan’ talk, it ain’t ’bout paper
i’m just focused on million, want a house on buku acres
really came up out them trenches, servin’ chickens like a waiter
n-ggas gossip just like b-tches, in my business, f-ck them haters
that’s the reason we got glocks come with extensions and a laser
tryna get straight to the top, i’m talkin’ high just like skyscr-per
gotta give it all i got and never stop me ’til i’m able
n-ggas mad, want me to flop, i guess i’m hot like a potato
f-ck it, play with me, get popped, i’m at your top, i want your tater
b-tch you know we got them cutters, don’t make me give you taper
i never changed on my brother, came too far to rent stable

[verse]
ain’t n0body tried to help so get the f-ck, don’t need no favors
took some years to get right here, used to record up out a trailer
invest the profit in myself and pray that it’ll come back later
i don’t need n0body else, f-ck you, your feature, and your label
louis v on my belt, i stay fresh to death
you cannot tell me i ain’t drippin’ fresh
grab the gun off the shelf ‘fore i go anywhere
you never know who out here tryna take me
lil chopper will step and the smoke in the air
i tell him draw down, we gon’ up with that razor
thirty in the clip, got ’em feelin’ like steph
i bet your -ss melt, chopper bullets’ll bake you

[chorus]
the ones that claim they love you, be the ones that hate you
i can’t f-ck with no n-ggas, don’t wan’ talk, it ain’t ’bout paper
i’m just focused on million, want a house on buku acres
really came up out them trenches, servin’ chickens like a waiter
n-ggas gossip just like b-tches, in my business, f-ck them haters
that’s the reason we got glocks come with extensions and a laser
tryna get straight to the top, i’m talkin’ high just like skyscr-per
gotta give it all i got and never stop me ’til i’m able
n-ggas mad, want me to flop, i guess i’m hot like a potato
f-ck it, play with me, get popped, i’m at your top, i want your tater
b-tch you know we got them cutters, don’t make me give you taper
i never changed on my brother, came too far to rent stable



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