(Prod_by_Lexelboom)

(Hook)

(LUCI Gang Child)

Focus! Yeah

Niggas' in the city like vultures/

Hittin on bitches like bosses/

My niggas' in a trap like that/

Yeah/

Focus! yeah

My niggas'in the city like vultures/

Hittin on bitches like bosses/

My niggas'in a trap like that/

(Verse 1)

Focus! Yeah

Everybody wan' be like Moses/

Rappers wan' be like Pro Kid/

They end up in the trap like Smokie/

Okay, no standard

You niggas tryna beat it like mice

Still I'm movin like kites/

Morphin out, to the air

Still I'm lookin at the prize

All eyes on me/

I got

Focus!

Yeah

All eyes on the prize like coaches

No surprise when I rise like Moses/

My niggas'in a trap like that/

Focus!

Like Kiernan(Forbes!)

Pharisees livin in a circle/

Summaries comin from the lyrics that the niggas from the city steady givin to the locals/

(Back to Hook)

(Verse 2)

Focus!

I'm certain, niggas never get it on Boom Baps/

My shit not like, new rappers/

I been on pussy since ABC/

I been on the typa weed niggas never fuckin with

And then I took a turn to taste bitch on bitch/

Many bitches love me in the city

They know when I'm on, it get litty (get litty!)

Back home my Dad waitin for me

So y'all niggas' no problem like that/

No problem like that (yeah x4/

No problem like that, yeah

Niggas'in a trap like that/

Fuck who I want when I want to/

Bitches too many in the jungle/

No Nasty, no Reece, no Emtee/

No Stogy, no LUCI, no Lexelboom/

(Back to Hook)

(Outro)

(Prod_by_Lexelboom)

My nigga told me haul yo breath

Them niggas'tryna get my last one first

And the reserve inside the tank can't last/

You got it first but I'm the last one to eat it/

You can't seat on my chair, get lost!/

Niggas like boastin and shit/

You niggas' nice with it, I know how far you niggas fucking go with this shit/

I'm in it to get it

You niggas'forget the bag in the mission

The cab or the taxi, the bus, plain, train or the shit/

Niggas exported, they come back

They ain't make a difference/

If I was you I quit rap

Face fact you ain't got it....

Finish the sentence/

I bar-to-bar imprison you niggas/

I'm harder than Marshall takin a dump on Kim

Or it's Denis/

Boom Bap

You know your chances' slimmer than pennies

It's like a tape

Niggas duck quicker than stickin around and shit/

That'd be that coward shit

You're counterfeit

You're counting loss hieroglyphs/

You found a chick

One week, dump the bitch/

You sound as sick

As Lexel's promo beats/

Get the first!/

Then niggas get the rest of the shit/

It's a trap that I set for them niggas to get nested in/

It's said that Lexel is the King of traps and shit

So I revive a beast in Jim boom baps we kill em/

Niggas waitin outside to pick flowers/

It's simple: The kitchen counters get bloody when we're countin the hits/

Nigga!