Lyrics
[Chorus]
Stay Bouncin', and press the divide,
I cannot, will not, run outta time,
'til then a Middle finger's in the sky,
and I'm fully Focused On The Prize
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[Verse 1]
I was losin' my head and I know this,
becomin' sober just so I can focus,
never a wack verse maybe a flow wis,
now I stay on a joint like roach clips,
game hard like cold tits, I approach it,
take notice, I never stop, no toe picks,
can't without this like Federal or State,
I'll make it if I gotta peddle or ta skate,
'til ya'll love my music whether ya hetero-or-gay,
knowin' full well that still several will hate,
stay on point don't matter if ya pro ta rap,
'cause you can fizz out like a soda flat,
I'll never hang it up I got no coat rack,
plus I'm goin' at it now, there's no procrast-
-ination, just placed in a game that foes lack,
protect my neck, this where the cut Throats at
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 2]
I grabbed a mic just for shits and giggles,
figured I'd try rappin' so I shift a little,
it turns out I could, man this shit is simple,
didn't realize I already had this gift in-full,
lift like dimples on a smile that's phony,
I'm-a lit match so ya bitch better blow me,
before you get burned kinda like coal heat,
yea you ballin, rollin' up like a coat sleeve,
now I'm takin' over, I done tell ya,
I'll take that reign from ya, I'll be ya umbrella,
I'm puzzled by war, I'm alignin' the piece,
the game's in a turtle neck, I'm just tryna breathe,
and haters got me as a spot in the target,
like visa, I aint liable for fraudulant charges,
not to mention they livid if they see me,
cause they want me blacked out like titties on tv
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 3]
These shoes are becomin' tough to fill,
gettin' better with lyrics that touch and you feel,
so I'm rappin whether I make a buck or Mill',
and I'll stay fresh even if ya cut the seal,
I don't give a fuck for real, you foes bail,
get under ya skin like an ingrown toenail,
ya'll rap commercial just to make cash,
but can't take pressure like brake pads,
so ya dumb it down and you sellin' out,
but the industry's down, nobody sellin' now,
so you did it all for nuttin', broke and no shine,
that's why I stay true with my focus on the prize,
I heard a lot of yappin' but nobody been iller,
and I can't be type-cast I'm not Ben Stiller,
Armstrong foes get pulled like a cold Pitcher,
ya'll just full frame, you don't get the whole picture
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[Chorus] x4
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