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focused - paid von lyrics

fell in love with the music so i write while i’m drivin

i might door dash with my nugget just to boost up the mileage
i’m outside, zooted up so it feel like i’m fryin
got high, and went to donate so i told deuce i’m dyin
i can’t put the pen down but i promise i’m tryin

i be gettin’ high as h*ll, i’m addicted to rhymin
we can f*kk but you, not bae, baby, we just be vibin
me and deuce was in the cut like we batman and robin
you gon’ make it when you do, you can’t rush perfect timin
i can’t even hide my face cause that would be fake
but if i say i hate the feelin’ then i would be lyin
on the line for 12 hours, wasn’t f*kkin’ with college
on the road, i’m high as h*ll, i can’t tell if i’m floatin

i see a lie for a lie, i don’t care if you jokin
i got this pen from a leak and this thc potent
i know i’m young and i’m still growin’ but i know where i’m goin
i don’t call dreski my dawg, he my wheel, we be rollin

i might seem like i ain’t on it but just know that i’m focused, ayy
yeah, just know that i’m focused, i got money, i can buy
why the f*kk would i want it
tre grandad gave me an ounce when he saw i be smokin
that b*tch a pay to f*kk on me, she got you f*kkin’ your lotion
like that sanders boy jaquesse, let me dive in your ocean
i think i rap like a poet
i never take a shot if i don’t know who just poured it

i ain’t been to school in years, what the f*kk is erosion
i ain’t put the pen down ever since i start smokin
when we f*kk, i let her ride, she controlin’ the motion
in the jeep, i let her drive cause she know where she goin

she my f*ckin’ ride*or*die and i love her to death
cause if god take her now, then i’m holdin’ my breath
till my heart stop and f*kk these hoes, i know she the best
if i keep on lookin’ out, i won’t have nothin’ left

my right trigger finger itchin, so i shot with my left
i keep 30 on me, try me, bet i spray like i’m steph
i’m a warrior lil n*gga, so i play with the best
dexember, crazy he’d crash, shoot a tech at the ref

sayin’ r.i.p. to june, i miss him callin’ me neph
andre wanna play in dirt, but he can cook like a chef
but i’m proud of you, boy, enough for you, my wheel
when i say he playin’ dirt, he knee deep in the field

i’m the greatest with all practice, i still go on a drill
i was f*kkin’ with my nugget way before i had healed
i’m the greatest in the world, n*gga
and i’m bein’ for real

- paid von lyrics

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