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haseeb – focus lyrics

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these companies tryna’ sell me like i’m barristan
star with my craft get ghost like kerrigan
there is no comparison, first-gen american
we on the same side reggie wayne, marvin harrison
i’m a young man kinda old school, reminiscing’
playin’ nes and/or my cousin’s sega genesis
search me on the internet, you find that i been in this
spidey senses tingling my nemesis is venomous
peace to broke musicians makin’ tips up on the promenade
rich rappers still slaves, rockin’ chains amistad
hindus say namaste, muslims say salam alaik-m
lock it like a combination, rock it like a palm with patience
fighting off the occupation, writin’ off the cost of playin’
tryna’ build a buzz like i’m hyped up off the operation
game, its a hard road, say it’s my asphalt
blamin’ myself, i don’t throw shade or p-ss salt
unless the meal is bland, i just want a million bands
cuz’ bands make her dance and she say that you man
i’m just sayin’, like kakarot, or goku
fresh i got them dope moves/ order miso soup that got that tofu
smitty’s fried fish south koreans cookin’ soul food
drive around the hood guarantee there ain’t a whole foods
i came along way from being stuck on them rolled doobs
focus on the real, be yourself, get to know you
out of sync, out of sight, out of mind, gotta think
lotta’ ink, gotta dry, badda boom, bada bing
daily grind, rise n shine, workin’ out the office now
made a lil’ money now my old man is prouder now
test driving bms, now i’m off on weekends
been like 5 months since i was blowing on the weed blends
maybe i’m a grown man, maybe i’m a system slave
artist from the heart it’s hardest, for this to get you paid
give a struggle rapper a shovel tell him to dig his grave
layin’ in the bed you made, stuck in debt off bets he played
a lot of l’s, gettin’ raped up off that river card
gas shut, heater broke. life will make you shiver hard
p-ss blunts, in the past, smokin’ in my boys garage
bullsh-ttin’, politickin’, dreaming it’s a d-mn mirage
we couldn’t handle ours, got a grip like handle bars
throw my sh-t on wax, see the heat will make the candle gone
rap to me is easy now seeby known to ramble on
but i’m still the same bro, shop at von’s with sandals on
coppin’ food for thought cuz’ thinking is in recession now
do this from my heart mean my art in progression now



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