Focus... - Real Talk lyrics

[?] [Verse 1] Now you done heard a lot of talk about me and my n***as Them outlaw world wide mob figures From triumph to tragedy To right back on top, and n***as still mad at me? For pushing that big truck on 24's A square feet in ATL game lockjaw Man that's what my n***a got shot for Being to mothaf**ing raw for these f** boys See the darkness, see the light, he wanna feel it Misery loves company, and that's the real sh** But in 2005 I'm on some k** sh** Before a n***a sneak upon me and peel this I'm taking the stand, with MAC at hand Born k**er like them n***as in Pakistan It's simple, gotta get 'em before I die Like the old West see now we load TECs to ride [Chorus] I know mama, you did your best at raising me Now your baby done became a G When I'm out in them streets The only one that got me is me I keep my hand upon my heat Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no b**h So if a n***a wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang co*ked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me. Real talk [Verse 2] Everyday is a new challenge, I'm a savage in a New Balance A lot of rappers, but not enough raw talent Blame the machine, but f** it, I'm a hustla, b**h So we start our own label selling bricks legit Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil We the hope for the hopeless, a voice for the voiceless Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game Years later, less members, but the feeling the same Straight from the heart, we making 'em walk Live for the day, don't wait for tomorrow Haters getting they wrong I seen the streets rap rounda the toughest of n***as I seen prison put religion in the roughest of n***as They say gangstas don't live that long, too many turn coat That's f**ed up, putting cuffs on your folks Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental And raising a thug nation, we influential [Chorus] I know mama, you did your best at raising me Now your baby done became a G When I'm out in them streets The only one that got me is me I keep my hand upon my heat Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no b**h So if a n***a wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang co*ked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me. Real talk [Verse 3] My mother ain't made no s**a Raised in the gutta, I'm a made mutherf**er All I know is get paid motherf**er All day motherf**er, one way or another And ain't nobody nowhere that can stop me Call me co*ky – you tennis, I'm hockey Mix a little bit of Pac and Yaki With black Rocky and my pops who got me Real talk, I never took a short Unless it was support, I'm stressin', ain't my fault And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier Don't you wanna be like me when you grow up? A man of honor, commer, good karma n***as wants drama, I got the problem solver Big a** Sig, that's that sh** Plus the bully, that's a fully automatic [Chorus] I know mama, you did your best at raising me Now your baby done became a G When I'm out in them streets The only one that got me is me I keep my hand upon my heat Cause you know mama, you didn't raise no b**h So if a n***a wanna get at me I be out in them streets, my thang co*ked Cause really all I got in the end of the day is me. Real talk