Focus The Truth - As The Horn Blows lyrics

This ain't about a metaphor or simile Im not the dude rapping about how gangster i pretend to be Just get in the booth spit out my heart black out instantly Other dudes talk tough when it all boils down they"re not ready for a quater century locked in a penitentiary f** it theyll learn eventually Theres science to this rap thing i think i mastered the chemistry mentally I tell im people im good sometimes i gotta repeat it Always given advice would have asked if i felt i need it Half the time these n***as weeded talkin bout what they could have been Got all the answers than n***a you should have did it then Sounds ignorant but really trust me its not Cuz when you on the right path they the ones that tell you to stop Fake love is real hate fake friends still try hug me Just fake daps smile on my face mind on my money Plus these women are funnny tearing brothers apart My uncle told me love em with your mind and never your heart Only thing i truly love is music ain't charts You can play with rap if you want im perfecting my art Flowing got great stamina Lapping all these amateurs Real facts quit rap dudes should be janitors Chorus: As the horn blows All i hear is Get money stay loyal be cool Forget what them n***as doing just remember do you (repeat 2x) The ignorance rate is high People live by the rules that you gotta paid or die Scrutinize the guys who survive living positive wearing a suit and tie Cuz all they know is sell d** and watch money multiply Often i see cops staring givin the eagle eye And think we type thats selling d** tryna monopolize Instead of eating donuts yall should solve all them homicides This girl calling my phone and asked me my condom size She said i heard you rappin all i see is the dollar signs Adressing me as focus i ain't jacob no more She knew me mad years but she ain't call me before So when she call all a n***a do is press the ignore Mi amor is seeing my mom smiling Id love to get her a crib thats out in long island If not that only settle for a small island Anything she want as long as the good lord allow it Its raw talent unique im big meat these n***as is small salads Rapping about they closet or making a love balad Give me something i could feel or just give me more violence This ain't rap n***a tupacs back its thug pa**ion (Chorus)