Focus…, Sol, Amber Murda - 100 lyrics

[Focus…, Sol, Amber Murda - 100 lyrics]

Dot, dot, dot

Feeling like Carti, when it's up, it's stuck
Got these bitches all in their feelings
I don't give two fucks
'Cause, I been back on my
Bully like the school days
Me against who, yeah
This can probably go a few ways
There's no remorse
You pay the cost tryna content
Careers are hot and trendin'
I'ma bring 'em to an end
So tired of the trash this
Fuckin' game tryna promote
Mayweather with the pain
Got niggas back against the rope
Thinkin' there's hope against the-
Your cashes, not the dollar you bastard
Be the jar of life just
To operatе how I smash shit is tragic
You gotta be a gimmick just to win it
'Cause they want thеm carbon copy
No authentic
The inner scrimmage, I'm hungry
Give me my chips i'm out for blood like a
Nigga claimin' the crips
Made it on Tik Tok, oh, now you famous
You lit? Watch how they dance when I
Let out lyrical clips
One to the head leads to the body
Blow hit's like it's hollow tips
Burst bust like a shotty
Said it with my chest, got 'em vex
Overshadow it's stress
Niggas, I'm selling talent while
Bitches, they're selling sex, next
And the rest is history
I always knew this shit was meant for me
It took some time for them to notice
No games play, Murda, you gotta go and focus
Focus

Ooh, we got no (Fake niggas)
Ooh, they come around
Smile up in your face like it's all good
Nigga, don't you
(Don't you) , ever, don't you
Don't you ever come around unless
You keep it one hundred
Ready to keep it one hundred
In fact I want you, yeah, nigga, I dare you
(I dare you) to come around
(Come around) , on some lame shit
Know I'ma keep it one hundred
(Think I'm playin' with you)
I'ma keep it one hundred

I heard some lame niggas
Sayin' they made Focus say okay
If ya'll keep listenin' what they all say
It ain't true at the end of the day
So every statement gold, I require a bankroll
Let's get this out the way
I'm cut from a different fabric
Ya'll do this as a hobby
Ya'll do this out of habit
I grew up off that soul food
Cornbread and that cabbage
My mama played no game
I scored way above the average
The only L I took was the L in my marriage
I bow to never go through hell again
Still a delicate melanin
But real talk, this savant is a savage
I had to spit my sermons like
Erick and make dollars like Paris
Makin' waves overseas, was a nigga in Paris
Was a fool in high school
Wasn't treated the fairest
Had no choice but to win
And leave doubters embarrass
Made a choice, no days off
Wasn't followin' fairness
Get the bag, spread the love
I do nothing but gratis i master my craft
It's due to tireless practice
Time to get my ass kick
Now I'm feelin' fantastic
I'm in love with two things:
My kids and my mattress, for real
I done the numbers and I earned my slumber
I sparked the fire and get too
High like I was Stevie Wonder (yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, a nigga tired of
All the talk from Monday about it, bruh
But, you can bet this ain't
Gon' stop the hunger (Uh) , we eatin'

Ooh, we got no (Fake niggas)
Ooh, they come around
Smile up in your face like it's all good
Nigga, don't you
(Don't you) , ever, don't you
Don't you ever come around unless
You keep it one hundred
I'ma always keep it one hundred
In fact I want you, yeah, nigga, I dare you
(I dare you) to come around
(Come around) , on some lame shit
Know I'ma keep it one hundred
(Think I'm playin' with you)
I'ma keep it one hundred

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