[Verse 1: Focus]

It's like... from the start of it I, been a part of it

I seen faces turn Matt Damon on some Departed shit

Shit, tired of, bitches thinking I make music in the industry

I'm supposed to be on some baller shit

But I'm a father bitch

I spend a dollar but I damn sure won't spend all of it

Call me what you want but I know what I'm callin it, smart livin

Ignoring greed but if you in need then I start givin

I got my head about me, now I'm doing smart bidness

You might have read about me, how I got my start in this

And what's been said about me? That this cat comes hard with it

And I was taught never take any advice from none of y'all critics

I'm on my grind homie, that's what the bidness is

The bidness is I'm tryna own a couple bidnesses

And if you one out of a hundred who ain't feelin this

Well open up and eat a dick and let me finish this

It's too real, I'm one with true skill

Difference between me and you is you're one, I'm two mill'

I'm done with paying dues, want spins like new wheels

My music ain't the same, I got a new feel

Y'all sitting on major labels, I'm moving with new deals

On MySpace, the front page filled with my new grill

My CD, the type of dude who entertain the field

[Hook: Focus]

It's like, it's like

Y'all can't hate, can't hate, I still got the mic

And I rock it right, and I rock it right

And I rock it right, and I rock it right

And I rock it right, I still got the mic

And I rock it right, I still rock it right

[Verse 2: Focus]

And I know it makes you nervous

My purpose is to affect your computer's internet service

I'm worse than a virus when I'm reciting off my papyrus

My pen is my favourite weapon of mass destruction

And then, me and Philtre get up in the studio and blend

Everything on the board, of course you've seen it before

The Source, The Vibe and XXL

Everybody does it but we do it well

[Hook: Focus]

And I still got the mic

And I rock it right, and I rock it right

And I rock it right, and I rock it right

And I rock it right, and I rock it right

And I rock it right

[Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh]

No real job, that's a real prob

So many tattoos, they probably think I rob

See the stress on my face, he actin too hard

When bill day cometh they askin for my card

I'm askin 'Why Lord, you put it on my back?'

I never set out to carry the whole cat

I'm one of small packs of the port

I talk with a little bit of force, they taking me to court

They sewing me for sport, I'm still tryna sort

Through new family members who askin for support

I'm askin for support, they tell me 'Quit whining'

Friendship and bidness always intertwining

See the silver lining, I'm doing what I love to

See the money in that future, they don't love you

And that's how girls do, not women though

And they wonder why a nigga wanna take it slow

I ain't hatin though, get it how you want to get it

It's my life bitch, I spit it how I want to spit it

Twenty thousand leagues under but you still feel it

They tryna tell me I ain't shit but I still kill it