Текст песни Final Focus - Xclusive feat. NIMBU$

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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