Future - Total Concentration lyrics

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Future - Total Concentration lyrics

[Intro: Young Buck] Ayy, Kerser, what up homie? I tell my b**h just be patient [Verse 1: Young Buck] Nah, f** that, I tell my b**h take the vacation Take her family with her and lace ’em (go ‘head) What I’m doing in these streets I need total concentration She know how much time I’m facing, she just say that she just looking now She know how I feel about them messy b**hes at my house I don’t need no middleman, I let my junkies test it out So much coke in this compartment, got my driver stressin’ out You have no idea how many ounces I’ve been stretching now All these n***as owe me rent, I can’t wait to catch ’em out b**hes talking sh** on tour, they can’t wait to see what this ‘bout I take everything seri’, can’t play me with your mouth I make sure that they hear us, I don’t talk behind no backs I don’t go for disrespect and I don’t play ‘bout moving they sack, that’s a fact [Chorus: Young Buck] I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for A big ol’ bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work) A big ol’ bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) [Verse 2: Future] Ooo, that iPad and that iPhone, I work hard from both Mix the molly with the lean and we gone have a toast Stuntin’ like I ain’t got sh**, I hustle hard the most Stuntin’ like I ain’t got sh**, I hustle hard the most The Bentley Coupe, the Maybach, sh**, I might just cop the Ghost (skrrr skrrr) A hundred-thousand on the weekend, I can’t brag or boast They call me Mr. Fire Marshall, sellin’ out the coast The police station down the club before I do the show Got a iced out watch, got a iced out chain Got some iced out ears and a iced out ring Got a big bankroll and it won’t even fold Put it in the pot, n***a, drop it in the bowl Twenty-four hours, trap don’t even close Got money by the pound, got pounds by the low Catch me in a Louis store buying up the store Got cash on fire, n***a, everything’s go [Chorus: Young Buck] I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for A big ol’ bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work) A big ol’ bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) [Verse 3: Kerser] I told her s** my dick, I’m ‘bout to pour my cup She had the camera on, I said, ”Don’t you record, you c*nt” Wait a minute, Aussie accent got ‘em trippin’ out I’m so disrespectful, find your boys grave and I dig him out What we about? We about the pay, search the name, it’s curse with a K (Kerser) Half ’em boys are all locked away, try tell them put the Glocks away Who said Sydney ain’t raw? sh**, I’m laughing at that, got a shooter who can put your f**in’ heart through your back Buyin’ new cars that’s old to me, shout to the boys in stolen Jeeps Back in Campbelltown we never had no silver spoon (nah) The junkies had it, shootin’ up, we’d watch the dealers cruise Down by the beach in the house I bought, pull out big cash, can’t count it all (f**) Skinny white c*nt and I walk with a chainsaw, ‘kay, I gotta stop, this is all I got paid for [Chorus: Young Buck] I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for A big ol’ bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work) A big ol’ bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work) [Outro: Young Buck] Ooo Ghost, what up though? Buck Y’all know wa**up