Lyrics Focused - KC

Stu every night
No days off in this shit
Feeling like
Feeling like I gotta make it
Put my time in this shit
Focus on that bag
I could never lose sight of the trail
I been my own shit trapping up in the field
This shit get dangerous tryna get some money in the field
I′m still in the same position
How I'm suppose to chill
You ain′t been through
What I been through
You won't know how I feel
Palms itching I gotta get it
I can't stand still
I see the blue lights ina rear view
So I gotta peel
She see me shinning and flexing
She thought I had a deal

I speak my pain through music
I′m tryna show you the proof
Sometimes I hop in the booth
When I don′t what do
I get up high to get focus
And I get high to kill time
Some times I take me ah
When I got shit on my mind
Fast foward fuck the past
I don't wanna rewind
See da vision like raven
Know I′m one of a kind
If you turned on me before
You might just do it again
Made that same mistake before
Know I won't do it again
No I don′t wanna be homies
No I don't wanna be friends
Know shawty wanna come check me
Cause I be popping these bands
Won′t splurge on no shawty
I need the head in advance
She called her friends said she with me
So she just cancels the plans

Focus on that bag I could never lose sight of that trail
I been my own shit
Trappin up in the field
This shit get dangerous
Tryna get some money in the field
I'm still in the same position
How I'm spose to chill
You ain′t been through
What I Been through
You won′t know how I feel
Palms itching I gotta get it I can't stand still
I see the blue lights ina rear view
So I gotta peel
She see me shinning and flexing
She thought I had a deal

Rapping all night
All my money go to stu sessions
No one to vent to I turned the booth to a confession
Niggas dying ova petty shit
How I′m still here
Cops killing niggas before the ambulance get there
Like people blind to this shit
How ima make it
Gotta put my mind to this shit
Dropping songs back to back
Like I got albums in this clip
Bump my music when I'm riding
Cause it hit different inda whip
Brothers told me keep going
So ima keep throwing
Making heat
Catching every beat
Like I′m Terrel Owens
And I got it from the mud so
I don't owe no one
If it God himself
I won′t fear no one

Focus on that bag I could never lose sight of that trail
I been my own shit trapping up in the field
This shit get dangerous tryna get some money in the field
I'm still in the same position
How I'm suppose to chill
You ain′t been through
What I been through
You won′t know how I feel
Palms itching I gotta get it I can't stand still
I see the blue lights ina rear view so I gotta peel
She see me shinning and flexing
She thought I had a deal