Final Focus ft. NIMBU$ Lyrics

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JL's still alive

I got a flame sword

Pop me a perc, pop pop, take one, take two, take three, take four, all at the same damn time

Gotta get in my zone, don't hit my phone, only thing you gon' hear is the dial line

Got a few hoes overseas, they don't mean shit to me, know that they can never be my shawty

Get the money, that's a fact, we gon' run this shit back

That's the one thing my niggas really taught me

We been stacking this bread, we in love with the cheddar

Teach you a lesson, just like the professor

Aim off his dome, then strictly Beretta's

Never be hurt, cause my feelings like feathers

Don't come wasting time, cause my time is like money

Play with the gang, then we leaving you bloody

Team on my back, like I'm Murray in Denver

Bitching ina her feelings like Rod in December

This a whole lot of money, this a whole lot of cash

Foot on they neck, like my foot on the gas

Got a whole lot of time and some shit I gotta do

We ain't even cut the same, you ain't live what I been through

Niggas really want some smoke, but I came with a flame

Step back, shoot a nigga, but I'm better than James

I've been numb to the feelings, I can never feel pain

Keep sitting on the bench, I'ma start in the game

Got some broke niggas watching me, desperately

Trying to get the best of me, using me

Watching my every move, peacefully

Know that they can never come close to me

Thinking that the fame has really ruined me

Bitch, I've been the same, you never knew me

Demons still plotting on the real ones

I ain't chasing no bitch, chasing me a million

Stop

What these niggas really know about the chasing, chasing

Bruh

What I do when I'm showing these flows, with the bass beat basing

These niggas need more lessons, need intensive class

Lying on them tracks, talking about they rags

Maybe they can't count, need intensive math

Taking back, never had a problem

I hop on the track, when I do, it's go time

Real big stepper, I stomp on my down time

Talking that talk, gotta tell em what we got

Grime, huff, and I puff with the pigs, put the house down

Pull up with the smoke, I be passing all around now

Feel like 010, bout to charge em all down

Marching with them guns, beat em all, that's what I vow

While I rank with the kids, got blood on my shoes now

Uh, blood on my shoes

Niggas see me and ask for a truce

Fuck no boy, I got nothing to lose

Put everything to gain, I choose what I choose

See the potential, we growing all around me

5, 4, 3, count 2, I'm the one man

Chokes on the game, bring hell like a V King

Climbing to the top, I'm the top of the food chain

Got them lights, 25 on the dresser

Sparking the blunt, getting high shit, yes sir

Sharingan, eyes with the Bianco, got on sensor

Floating shit, I be coming with the pressure

Don't gotta talk anymore, but I still will

Who the fuck don't wanna hear they boy get crunk still

I be rocking with them niggas that be ill

Start to hit a team like I'm ready to kill them

Pop me a perc, pop pop, take 1, take 2, take 3, take 4

All at the same damn time

Gotta get in my zone, don't hit my phone

Only thing you gon' hear is the dial line