[Intro: Focus...]

Take Jointz's intro, and it's all upbeat

That's gonna be my beat, so listen

[Verse 1: Focus...]

Y'all niggas had a minute floating mainstream

Now the sharks had to swim up in it

PDF, we the best, look what God did

This is an audio mosh pit, bitch, listen up

One more game, tell a friend, we the big three

Produce a beat, we sing and can MC

There's too much to envy

You see us moving units while your whole career is leaning on fake streams (Shit)

Y'all ain't 'bout that action, y'all distractions from what's happening

I'm a soldier, I'm a captain, I'm a king while y'all relaxin'

Making moves upon moves, what I do, I get's no satisfaction

But I do what I do with this crew for the global reaction

Call me stupid and rude, but includе what you did if they askin'

Fake ass victims be actin'

Trust mе, I know really what's crackin'

Ain't no Milly Vanilli, I'm real like Gilly from Philly

I feel like PDF is killin' it, y'all hear me? (Bitch, listen up)

Now who y'all defendin'? Y'all seein' we winnin'

So I strike and put the venom in them and cripple they way of livin'

Simple and plain, y'all ain't gotta give me the lane

Y'all keep all the fame, but y'all gon' put some respect on the name (Listen up)

I don't care who you are, where you fit

Who a star, who the shit, we the bar

Look at everything we did, see we get the last laugh

And ain't nothin' after this

You think wrong, it's your death wish, bitch (Bitch, listen up)

[Interlude: Dem Jointz]

Okay, I'll read it for you

Oh, you, oh, you (Listen)

Oh, you, oh, you (Listen)

(Listen)

[Verse 2: Dem Jointz]

You might wanna consider wakin' up to counteract the drug

Is it sleep paralysis or what?

By the time you look up

And see what the fuck is goin' on here

Not the product, the clone

Sorry, you do not belong here

Funny how niggas give a whole lotta fucks

On shit that'll make bucks, so quick to say such

Till they quiet down

'Cause niggas raise that sword for the slice

You live by the motto, everyone has a price

Lights the fuck out

You see the warden started and they was nowhere to be found

'Cause they deduct out

And left us swingin' swords up in the field

I cut a chunk out

And it ain't instant reward

Niggas feel when the enemy clunk out

Beats by the pound attack

And take that punk out

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Nigga, rest easy

I will see you soon, soon

But for now it's us three kings only

And sorry, there's no new rule

I'm in a race of my own

And I lack no captive room, room

So when you read the PDF

You know you just missed the zoom (Fuck)

[Verse 3: Mr. Porter]

Hey, porter on the mission

I come through different

I come from the D with no pot to piss in, no coalition

These hoes don't listen

You not proficient, you cannot be glitchin'

My shit up, bitch get out my coppin' kitchen

It's hot in there, nigga, uou cannot be simpin'

Uh, facts, no fiction

Y'all don't listen

Your raps got friction, you won't glisten

You act but ain't in condition to be issuin'

Threat's not me and my folks in pole positions

Sticks out, wet it up

You was better shuttin' up, shuttin' up

But, you don't listen

Your troll ambitions got your dough kicked in

Your goal persists of hoes, there's no vision

Our goals persist of dough, that's bro-mission

My soul's composition is so resistant to bullshit

That I get to reel out you like I'm fishing

No contradictions, I'm on position

To hit 100 millionaire by the time I'm 60

Y'all, y'all, y'all don't listen

I been on this bullshit since a young nitwit

My stock double dumb Hong Kong, get a dip then

I pop up on young guns just to give em wisdom

Huh, can't stop, won't stop, nope

She say FDP 'cause I'm not coked

Out like the rest of these rappers that don't know shit

I say PDF better

Y'all don't want smoke bitch

But y'all don't listen

You ain't gon' listen

Y'all shouldn't listen

Y'all shouldn't listen

Y'all shouldn't listen

Y'all better listen