Vanelladee - Re-focus

Let's get refocused
Let's get refocused

I'm that one that taught 'em

I'm that one that taught 'em
I'm that one that got 'em
And I came up from the bottom

Bitch, don't act like you retarded
All these problems you been starting?
You spilling drinks, you fucking wilding.

I ain't tryna be no dumb bitch
I'ma stack until I'm dumb rich

But I guess that you can't help it
And I'll always make it right back

I can't think about how you went and burned him
You ain't never been good about your word, yeah
Don't you ever try to knock my fucking work, yeah
'Cause you know that I got, uh uh
You know that I got uh, uh, uh

I'ma keep it a stack
Ain't no way that I won't make it
I'ma always run right back
Now I'm making all my payments
That ain't no way to fucking act
They keep on saying I'm amazing
I don't care what you're thinking of me
Looking up now baby and it's lovely

Baby
I'ma make it out this hell someday
I been working, moving up, I'm paid
And you know that I'ma pave my way

Lately
Be the captain of my ship, aye aye
'Cause you know I'm getting paid all day
I'ma go and make my bread my way

Why the fuck you think I listen to you?
You stay hating and the fact is that you're rude
'Cause I saw the way that you be really moving
You don't know what I would do
You don't know my next damn move

Now you're sorry
Tryna call me
I can't pick up
Can't pick up 'cause I'm live

I've been dreaming 'bout diamonds
And you know I lose my mind in it
And you know that I'ma work it
Keep on doing, keep on working

All I think about is working
And I really think it's working
And I, and I
And I knew that I would make it out the basement
Came from the fucking dirt, the fucking pavement

Back when I used to worry all about my payments
And she knew that I was down and I was paining

How the fuck you gonna say shit?
I don't even like to say shit

Spreading rumors, tryna down me
But you could never fucking clown me
I'm a mama you can't defeat
And you'll never beat what you can't see

I was fucking with a dumb boy
Now he gone and he feel dumb boy
Got you thinking in the club boy
Know you thinking about us boy

Baby
I'ma make it out this hell someday
I been working, moving up, I'm paid
And you know that I'ma pave my way

Lately
Be the captain of my ship, aye aye
'Cause you know I'm getting paid all day
I'ma go and make my bread my way

And I knew that I would make it out the basement
I came from the fucking dirt, the fucking pavement
How the fuck you gonna say shit?
I don't even like to say shit.
You could never fucking down me
'Cause I'm the one that taught 'em.

Written by:
Danielle Johnsen

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