L2B – Fully Focused lyrics

[Hook]
I’m moving on fast, where the cash at?
I could hold on to my past, but I’m past that,
Now I’m on the right track and I’m locked and loaded,
And there’s no turning back now, I’m fully focused.
I’m fully focused man, I’m fully focused.
Fully focused, fully, fully focused.
I’m fully focused man, I’m fully focused.
Fully focused, fully, fully focused.

[Verse 1]
In two seconds, I’ve already said five words in this rhyme,
The kid is hot, I’m on fire, someone call the emergency line,
And let ’em know you just heard some of the greatest work of all time,
By a talented rapper on the rise, yeah the pleasure is mine.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever stop writing these lines,
It’s just such a rush, kind of like the one you get from sky-diving,
‘Cause there’s nothing I can do, it’s like I’m losing control
And just having to go with flow of what’s going on in the moment
And all I could do is focus, I’m always writing these lyrics
And you can hear the proof through the fact that I’ve already wrote this.
See this aint nothing new to me, you don’t hear me though.
You’re probably just now hearing my thoughts from a year ago, but..

[Hook]
I’m moving on fast, where the cash at?
I could hold on to my past, but I’m past that,
Now I’m on the right track and I’m locked and loaded,
And there’s no turning back now, I’m fully focused.
I’m fully focused man, I’m fully focused.
Fully focused, fully, fully focused.
I’m fully focused man, I’m fully focused.
Fully focused, fully, fully focused.

[Verse 2]
Letting this weed smoke go to my head, it’s my herbal essence,
I’m good man, like Saul, and that’s a Breaking Bad reference.
But this aint Walter White, this is Heisenberg with a mic,
I know the chemistry behind these lines to make the perfect rhyme,
Shit, I’m supplying some of the purest hip-hop around,
My clientele loves it, they fiend for lyricism this side of town,
And I give ’em the best fix, leave ’em feel the same effects
As if they just got hit in the head with a clenched fist,
‘Til they’re dizzier than Drizzy Drake in a room full of his exes,
Better figure out an exit strategy quick,
Slip up and become the focus of my next diss,
Shit, picking the next victim to check off of my list
Is like skimming through Netflix,
All these choices..

[Hook]
I’m moving on fast, where the cash at?
I could hold on to my past, but I’m past that,
Now I’m on the right track and I’m locked and loaded,
And there’s no turning back now, I’m fully focused.
I’m fully focused man, I’m fully focused.
Fully focused, fully, fully focused.
I’m fully focused man, I’m fully focused.
Fully focused, fully, fully focused.

Game – What Your Life Like letras

[Verse 1]
Thank Dr. Dre for giving me a chance
Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance
She gave me last night, jumped in a ‘Rari
Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe
I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it
But how can I say that when I ain’t made up with Fif yet?
I be watching “Power” while I benchpress
Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps
On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 reps
Rollie with the grizzly face, Mike Conley, is he straight?
Damn right he is
I go platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did
I make music for all my niggas locked up state
With Blac Chyna on they walls and now they seen a fuck face
Quarter million on the dresser, nigga what safe?
Trigger my alarm and you gon’ run into some duct tape

[Hook]
I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like? Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like? Mine’s bout listening to “Illmatic”
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like? Mine’s bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
[Verse 2]
I done have conversations with Timbo
Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals
I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel
Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo
I done lost 20 millions on lawyer fees
But I’ma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties
I done had Scott Storch recording me
Drove through Compton with the doors up, ain’t no ignorning me
I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of ‘gnac
I done took shots for Cedar, five couldn’t drop me flat
RIP to Frog, RIP to Will
He was just as Ill as Will so I know how Nas feel
Nigga I’m the greatest
“300 Bars” was like 15 minutes long, tell me how many times you played it
How many times you had your “Documentary” stolen and replaced it?
That’s that 5 million out the gate shit

[Hook]
And I’m still here, they said I wasn’t welcome
Came into the game and then everybody felt him
What your life like? Mine’s bout getting money and bitches
64’s and swishers, popping guns with my niggas
What your life like? Mine’s bout listening to Illmatic
In my grandmother’s attic tryna spit above average
What your life like? Mine’s bout shedding tears when Pac died
Swimming in money like the Rothschilds
Nigga what your life like?
Nigga what your life like?
Tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like