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Focus presents - Focus (Push) Lyrics



Focus presents - Focus (Push) Lyrics




God, please forgive me, I den sinned enough
Better me, I'm tryna change it up
You can have my pain, I done had enough

Wasn't mad enough, that's why I didn't see
My legacy is what you gave to me
So apparently I gotta make it real
I pray until something happens

I push, push
F*ck the judge, put my niggas in the pen
Got that money on some other shit
Made somethin' out of a couple bucks

I'm in Hell's Kitchen with the oven, let I hear him talk
Phone sex
We ain't worried about your phone taps
We ain't worried about your phone threats

Hit em with the opp, with the opp
All I know is gettin' money
Hella loud
This the city where they hold it down

Homie watchin' when we roll around
Rats up in the kitchen but not makin' sound
Niggas talkin' hella dope
That info

Need a bad lil' nympho
Put it down and hold me down
She gave me brain like Tempo, damn
All that I know is this hustle

Don't f*ck with them niggas that's f*ckin' around
F*ck with that money, they mommy rappin' niggas
And they just gunnin' em down
Youngin' on the left, got a AK

Youngin' on the right, got a f*ckin' tray pound
Youngin' in the back, got coke
Youngin' in the front, got pills in the pounds
Come from the mud, ain't no love

Motherf*ckers around here ain't seein' no out
So I just stick to the script
Never I f*ck with a snitch
Youngin' ain't givin' no f*ck

F*ck peace, gotta get me a piece, nigga
Came from the black to the top
And I do it for my street niggas
God please forgive me, I den sinned enough

Better me, I'm tryna change it up
You can have my pain, I done had enough
Was it mad enough, that's why I didn't see
My legacy is what you gave to me

So apparently I gotta make it real
I pray until something happens
I push, push
For my sweet 16, I got a M16

Yeah, clips in it all
I'm eclipse you all
F*ck with my niggas, them niggas is dogs
They give me a call, ain't no givin' recalls

We comin' for everything
We knockin' off everything
Watch how you talk to a boss
These youngins tryna be kings

Feelin' like the man's circle's small like a ring
Investigators tryna snatch us
But we ain't seen a thing
Riches in the city and bitches tryna be seen

So I do it for my team
I take this shit to the mad max
Medusa got a nigga stoned
Gettin' money, poppin' bottles like we wanna race

And these races hatin' cause we got us some
Can't forget the past, but the future's here, so we here
We gon' light it up, we gon' make it clear
We gon' make em' veer and persevere

Made man, time to clean it up
Killers clocking round the clock
We don't got fear cause they don't play fair
F*ck the cops here, we don't stop

Do it for my niggas on the block
F*ck sin from my niggas in the pen
Think I'm f*ckin' with the rain, man
Got your bitch on my rain dance
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God, please forgive me, I den sinned enough
Better me, I'm tryna change it up
You can have my pain, I done had enough

Wasn't mad enough, that's why I didn't see
My legacy is what you gave to me
So apparently I gotta make it real
I pray until something happens

I push, push
F*ck the judge, put my niggas in the pen
Got that money on some other shit
Made somethin' out of a couple bucks

I'm in Hell's Kitchen with the oven, let I hear him talk
Phone sex
We ain't worried about your phone taps
We ain't worried about your phone threats

Hit em with the opp, with the opp
All I know is gettin' money
Hella loud
This the city where they hold it down

Homie watchin' when we roll around
Rats up in the kitchen but not makin' sound
Niggas talkin' hella dope
That info

Need a bad lil' nympho
Put it down and hold me down
She gave me brain like Tempo, damn
All that I know is this hustle

Don't f*ck with them niggas that's f*ckin' around
F*ck with that money, they mommy rappin' niggas
And they just gunnin' em down
Youngin' on the left, got a AK

Youngin' on the right, got a f*ckin' tray pound
Youngin' in the back, got coke
Youngin' in the front, got pills in the pounds
Come from the mud, ain't no love

Motherf*ckers around here ain't seein' no out
So I just stick to the script
Never I f*ck with a snitch
Youngin' ain't givin' no f*ck

F*ck peace, gotta get me a piece, nigga
Came from the black to the top
And I do it for my street niggas
God please forgive me, I den sinned enough

Better me, I'm tryna change it up
You can have my pain, I done had enough
Was it mad enough, that's why I didn't see
My legacy is what you gave to me

So apparently I gotta make it real
I pray until something happens
I push, push
For my sweet 16, I got a M16

Yeah, clips in it all
I'm eclipse you all
F*ck with my niggas, them niggas is dogs
They give me a call, ain't no givin' recalls

We comin' for everything
We knockin' off everything
Watch how you talk to a boss
These youngins tryna be kings

Feelin' like the man's circle's small like a ring
Investigators tryna snatch us
But we ain't seen a thing
Riches in the city and bitches tryna be seen

So I do it for my team
I take this shit to the mad max
Medusa got a nigga stoned
Gettin' money, poppin' bottles like we wanna race

And these races hatin' cause we got us some
Can't forget the past, but the future's here, so we here
We gon' light it up, we gon' make it clear
We gon' make em' veer and persevere

Made man, time to clean it up
Killers clocking round the clock
We don't got fear cause they don't play fair
F*ck the cops here, we don't stop

Do it for my niggas on the block
F*ck sin from my niggas in the pen
Think I'm f*ckin' with the rain, man
Got your bitch on my rain dance
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Writer: Wain Myers jr
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