Lyrics Focal - LRN Nola
We
run
the
championship
you
heard
me
I'ma
get
poetic
with
it
fuck
writing
a
love
song
I'ma
get
poetic
with
it
fuck
writing
a
love
song
Put
trust
inside
these
hoes
I
knew
that
I
was
dead
wrong
Trusting
you
was
wrong
It
almost
took
my
damn
soul
Free
styling
these
songs
and
turn
that
pain
into
that
platinum
Me,
myself,
and
I,
I-eight
I
fed
everybody
else
before
I-ate
Need
someone
to
love
me
'til
I
die
because
I
know
my
fate
Who
can
I
call
when
I'm
not
straight
I
was
rollin'
through
the
city
a
po-body
Niggas
probably
thought
that
I
wouldn't
gon'
be
like
nobody
Yo
Gotti
rake
it
up
The
shit
I
seen
can't
make
it
up
Bars
set
too
low
like
limbo
All
I
can
do
is
go
up
Tune
it
out
Niggas
tryna
talk
that
shit
about
me
I
don't
hear
'em
Niggas
tryna
tell
me
that
I'm
scared
but
I
don't
fear
none
And
girl
you
in
my
head
on
a
daily
don't
you
hear
me
I
left
them
hoes
on
read
and
you
ain't
had
no
competition
How
you
forget
it
I
put
some
on
top
the
world
You
were
my
favorite
girl
and
now
you
ain't
nothing
If
you
ain't
with
me
then
you
with
em
so
I'm
feeling
like
fuck
it
Once
she
leave
me
she
ain't
pretty
matter
fact
she
disgust
me
I
said
I'm
on
na
Please
just
check
my
close
up
You
cannot
get
closer
She
cannot
get
closure
from
me
I
said
I
heard
it
all
before
that
shit
don't
matter
to
me
You
say
you
real
but
telling
lies
that
shit
don't
add
up
to
me
I
feel
like
CeeLo
I
walk
up
to
thotties
none
in
my
pocket
but
some
change
These
bitches
be
low
Hit
high
notes
for
whoever
got
money
to
they
name
It
ain't
my
steelo
to
say
that
I
got
you
then
I
go
and
drop
you
I
call
it
P
Low
The
polo
tee
that
I
just
got
from
Ralph
Lauren
With
all
due
respect
this
shit
get
ugly
I
just
eased
up
cause
I
love
you
I
don't
even
want
no
flowers
I
don't
talk
about
my
struggles
I
don't
even
get
acknowledged
If
the
school
wouldn't
teach
me
how
to
get
money
is
it
really
knowledge
It
ain't
teach
me
about
the
fake
love
Ain't
teach
me
bout
the
gangstas
Ain't
teach
me
bout
the
fakers
Ain't
teach
me
bout
the
haters
Ain't
teach
me
bout
the
people
that
gon'
fake
like
they
love
me
Ain't
teach
me
bout
the
people
that
I
can't
even
trust
'em
Ain't
teach
me
bout
the
mothafucka
right
next
to
me
That
don't
want
me
to
win
because
they
got
it
out
for
me
Ain't
teach
me
bout
the
bitches
that
just
want
my
money
Ain't
teach
me
about
the
bitches
ain't
gone
give
me
none
nigga
I
just
chose
to
be
the
last
real
nigga
They
know
I'm
a
playboy
I
was
just
with
flyy
she
said
it
sound
like
opera
singers
with
all
that
fake
love
I
got
that
Aht-Aht
When
it
sing
make
a
sound
that
they
ain't
a
fan
of
I
tell
her
nada
When
she
said
how
much
my
heart
she
get
her
hands
on
Ain't
tryna
block
or
change
my
number
I
fall
back
to
get
a
huncho
My
mind
on
star
sixty
seven
It's
a
lot
of
shit
I
don't
know
I
been
praying
to
God
he
send
me
a
halo
Ain't
ask
for
my
Beyonce
I
ain't
nothing
like
durkio
I
been
smilin
lately
wouldn't
call
it
smirking
tho
I
been
pullin
cards
Jokes
on
you
I
got
the
joker
Tryna
tag
me
on
the
story
she
ain't
getting
noticed
Tom
Ford
on
the
focals
realign
my
focus
Gon
make
me
pull
up
to
her
job
I
ain't
even
Muslim
If
you
ain't
stepping
with
your
chest
can't
roll
with
me
in
public
These
hoes
be
groupies
get
involved
and
followed
me
from
Publix
And
pulled
out
a
fuckin
gun
for
to
not
to
even
bust
it
Nigga
We
finna
start
givin
motherfuckin
operas
out
Cause
they
need
to
be
pat
on
the
back
Give
em
round
of
applause
putting
on
a
fuckin
show
Tell
em
Nola
And
I
tend
to
shit
Hollin
that
out
while
I
be
putting
the
piece
together
and
shit
I
know
that
sometimes
I
don't
think
that
I
be
relevant
But
I
know
I'm
way
more
important
than
I
present
to
me
You
gone
regret
that
shit
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