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johnny quezz – focus lyrics

[verse ]:

b-tch in my house and you wonder
why yo girl ain’t home so you sounding like what (what)
surfing the web with intentions
of finding somebody negative to cut (cut)
pages of acid, tequila a couple of sad hoes
is what gets me f-cked up
i don’t know many things
all i know is that in my system there is no punk

white on the skin like a mixture of crack
c-ke, cotton, and maybe some snow
put on a coat that be reaching my knees
now i’m lookin’ like im boutta shoot up my school

drugs in my hands contemplating whether i should take em
but i’ve been asleep on the floor
it’s all in my head and i can see almost everything
but i’m slumped with my eyes h-lla closed (whoah)

that’s h-lla crazy, slim like a shady
blamin’ the voices for crimes cuz they made me
never fugazi
rather be lazy
and sleepin’ then f-ckin’ with b-tches who claim me

no i don’t know you best step on back
unless you can quote a line out of my raps
if you can do that i’ll take you to the back
and like a seventh grader i’ll beat up the cat

i mean it right now, i can’t deal with myself
im not satisfied and i need me some help
my health is in danger
i’m not on the pages that i need to be on i slave for the wealth

money controls all the ways how i feel
so if i have none i’ll find something to steal
sell me some pills or some money to take
cuz i won’t live my life with no cash in the bank

f-ck all that broke shit f-ck all that broke shit
f-ck all that i cannot deal
with you pussies who saying you better than me
but cannot measure up to my sk!lls

how you jealous of a junkie with a flow
colder than a trojan, spit heat with the cold
boys ultra f-ckin’ sensitive f-cking with no hoes
no b-tches, no limits to the shit they gone toke

people gonna tell me what they want
but all the shit that they be talking is stupid
i swear you b-tches won’t listen (listen)
diamonds on my rhymes i been shining with the times
no rollex on but imma let it glisten (glisten)
i know what all of you kids thinking (thinking)
johnny boy you won’t make a difference (nope)
five foot eight on a real good day
and y’all are no where close to my division (division)

if you had the chance to prove yourself what would you do ? would you show the people round you that rely on your crew ? would you start making some money
and just fix yourself up too ?
cuz you will never do that shit worrying about me
hoe focus on you

- johnny quezz lyrics

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