Malcxm - Focus

They said, "MALCXM where you goin'?"
I don't do a lot of talkin' bruh
But when it come down to it
I'm gettin' lit like a party bus
They say they wanna join
But lil nigga, you ain't a part of us
Got shooters in my circlelil nigga
You ain't as hard as us
Niggas wanna scrap any time that I call 'em wack
But I got my nigga 'E'
He little but, blow you back
And I got my brother Brae
We go way into the day
So I just give him one call if they got somethin' to say
He my big brother
Don't want me puttin myself in jeprody
So I call him if we got a problem
Fuck a deputy
Ain't tryna get arressted
I'm a killer if you test it
So dont come at me wrong
I felt like I had to address it
You switched up
So I had to body you nigga
You be flexin' only for pictures
Tryna copy a nigga
And all your homies fuckin' soft but shit
I got me a killer
You thought you had it
But you lost it
You ain't got it lil nigga
All these people talkin' loud really drainin' my energy
They be my enemies
Frontin' like they bein' a freind of me
I think it's jealousy
That's why they be hatin' so heavily
I just keep the music comin'
And I do it so steadily
Y'all treat me like a matress
'Cause y'all sleep
But there's a lot of niggas that's rappin'
So I'm just playin' for keeps
A lot of rappers be cappin'
That's only lastin' for weeks
But I'm not gassin'
I'm askin', "what do y'all niggas believe?"
I'm eatin' this beat like its Thanksgivin'
You be eatin these dirty broads
I call that "skank livin'"
And I'm gassin' all of these hoes
Likes I'm tank fillin'
And I got me shawty
Fuck these hoes
I ain't reelin'
My flow is so cold nigga
Like it's winter time
Let them haters hate on a nigga
They got a bitter mind
Why you only come to studio wit a little rhyme?
I'm a big dog bro, you the little kind
My lil brother IKYS on that dark shit
He be waitin' up at your door with the chop stick
He be leavin' you niggas waitin'
Watch the clocks tick
I'm just playin'
He ain't insane
Whatchu thought bitch?
People callin' me a rapper
But I ain't
I'm as fresh as a new house and wet paint
And I've done some shit I ain't proud of
I ain't a saint
But you know I work to the bag
Fuck whatchu think
Aye, aye
Me and lil brodie ride around in the coupie
Got the tool
I'ma use it
Now your lil bitch is a groupie
You gettin' chopped up
I'm a monster
Call the docter
Grippin' the hunds tight
I'ma fight
We can lock up
I'm a real nigga
All you motherfuckers fake hard
Cuttin the grass with precaution
I know where the snakes are
With my young niggas and you know we stayin' posted
On my Pennywise shit
I'll leave a motherfucker floatin'
Nigga

Written by:
Malcom Phillips

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