Freddie Gibbs - Out Of Focus lyrics

[1st Verse - Noelz Vedere] What's good muf**a I'm back And I'm ready to attack, with plenty of them adverbs Rep it on the map, North side got me winning like a champ Need confetti from the rafters With a couple banners up in the wall Put percussion patterns in figure fours I could run it backwards achilles torn, and still get farther than you Son 'em all I'll be fathering you And y'all dudes ain't sicker than the bro On a mission for the figures and the dough Gripping ice twice thicker than the snow White liquor to the dome, got me faded, flagrant Thoughts with my dogs might kick it through your door Like knock knock, give me everything you got got Then we get to rolling never going for the (police sirens) Stop, go, ride slow, I'm like Apollo you could copy that, CC Fee fee's yeah we need Comma's in larger size, this drama ain't dramatized My minds been lobotomized modified for a kamikaz Confident you ain't topping I, stop it 5 You ain't committing no homicides All kind of guys tryna copy my copyrights They know I'm working with ether This how to k** a mocking bird, I'm mocking birds with tequila Drink up drink up (she thirsty), steady swerving the beamer My family savages they will taxiderm you and beat you 'Till you got no working features But I'm chilling, riding heavy with my canines Leaning out the window bopping steady to the baseline Your main dime give facetime to the realest on the lake side You getting pressed, we getting ghost, we out of focus [Hook] Got a cup full of drank like f** what you think Staying out of focus Now we headed to the spot with a car full of thots Staying out of focus And I ain't never scared of none of y'all Staying out of focus We staying out of focus, focus Staying out of focus [2nd Verse - Noelz Vedere] Yo Chi-town we got a muf**in' problem Mathematical stamina so you haters can't solve 'em The rumors is true, some labels called him But the decimals mentioned was cold, its finna be a hot autumn The flow ill from the pop They like when he for real gonna drop down, but hater we still at the top f** a drill, f** a opp, got dudes in the field with them blocks No chill, we hit a mill then we stop My attitudes latitude breaking the ruler Got wild boys catching cases for fuel And I don't know if they facing medusa or Jacob the j**eler Cause either way they stoned face when they breaking the shooter in Going for the win, victory lap I force literature, Forest Whitaker is he could rap I'll mortician ya', core minimum simply is that And if you dissing it get thicker than rap Hold up let me pause it, these bars are meditation Tryna focus on the nation, I'm a walking animation I'm an author for this younger generation like Shel Silverstein But my dream includes hell with a beam All we do is win, this our dream Give me a pick up team, I'll still pick up rings Put dead rappers in my pick up thing f** that, we don't drive we too fly to keep up you better pick up rings I ain't even start to pick up steam yet Got these veterans warming the bench, T-Mac Got these legends taking tips from re-caps Of how we winning no limit, tell them where we at Chi-town (chi-town) this the murder cap (yeah) Wear your hat the wrong way turn to a murder cap (yeah) Take them stripes off your chest, you gonna earn it back? We out of focus, vision out, blurring that [Hook] Got a cup full of drank like f** what you think Staying out of focus Now we headed to the spot with a car full of thots Staying out of focus And I ain't never scared of none of y'all Staying out of focus We staying out of focus, focus Staying out of focus [3rd Verse - Freddie Gibbs] Said I know you wanna smoke my n***a Why don't you go 'head roll that dope my n***a When I'm at that stove man I work that yayo I got 36 O's man I'm on my J-O We sell dope in the daylight, rob muf**as in the night time 85th floor of the condo I hit it from the back while she looking at the skyline They call me young Freddie Kane I'm the coldest dog East to the West n***as know me dog Known to leave the club with atleast two hoes You could tell I'm about to hit both of y'all, and thats real Thats real, thought I told y'all n***as I was on my J-O Ski mask on my face n***a drop that yayo Know the Eastside n***as gotta get that mayo Got a hundred five pounds got it from Vallejo Stay down and stay focused, some homies tried to play bogus When the people hit me with the probation f** that P-O I stay smoking When I hit the club you know it's titty season all the b**hes bust it straight open And when I hit the club you know it's titty season all the b**hes bust it straight open n***a young Gibbs