USDA - Focus Lyrics

[Jeezy:]
You can call me young yea the boy stay focused last year alone a quarter mil off in strokers frsh back in town lookin like a star told clem bring my gt and my ar a strap in my car a chop in my bent g behind the wheel you can't see behind the tint squad came crazy withthat weight since the 80's fighting all the time with my crazy uncle grady a million dollar man but I'm still? baby plus I promised kb I wouldn't let a nigga play me first I copped the cedez then I copped the shoes rap niggaz talkin weight that was back in 98 I'm straight

[Hook: x2]
Don't nothing hate but a motherf*cking hater don't nothing spend but this motherf*cking paper don't ask me what we lookin at homie you know we got our eyes on that money! (Focus)

[Slick Pulla:]
Bobby drake I stay with a stallion the voice box I speak for the slick jeezy raw 3 the hard way give the game straight to ya nigga no foulplay came up from nothing from the block we rose got my cleats tied up with my uniform on money in the matress I sleep on dough you can shut the booth down watch sp flow fetti on my mind with thoughts of more like bruce leroy I got the glow lame niggas quick to call with they stash and hos we the niggas in the trenches holdin it down fa sho

[Hook]

[Bloodraw:]
They the streets is talkin but the boy on the grind f*ck what they say I got money on my mind the real niggas love me them ho niggas fear me fore I let em stop my shine a nigga have to kill me so many haters the boy ain't studying em middle finger out the chevy I don't see them motherf*ckers don't nothing hate but a motherf*cking hater can't worry bout raw better try and get some paper speak the truth I'm a give a nigga game either do anything I mean what I said usda still hungry nigga we gon eat survive anywhere cause we came from the streets

[Hook: to end]