U.S.D.A. - Focus lyrics

Jeezy: You can call me young yea the boy stay focused last year alone a quarter mil off in strokers frsh back in town lookin like a star told clem bring my gt and my ar a strap in my car a chop in my bent g behind the wheel you can't see behind the tint squad came crazy withthat weight since the 80's fighting all the time with my crazy uncle grady a million dollar man but im still ?? baby plus i promised kb i wouldn't let a n***a play me first i copped the cedez then i copped the shoes rap n***as talkin weight that was back in 98 im straight Hook:X2 Dont nothing hate but a motherf**ing hater dont nothing spend but this motherf**ing paper dont ask me what we lookin at homie you know we got our eyes on that money!(Focus) Slick Pulla: Bobby drake i stay with a stallion the voice box i speak for the slick jeezy raw 3 the hard way give the game straight to ya n***a no foulplay came up from nothing from the block we rose got my cleats tied up with my uniform on money in the matress i sleep on dough you can shut the booth down watch sp flow fetti on my mind with thoughts of more like bruce leroy i got the glow lame n***as quick to call with they stash and hoes we the n***as in the trenches holdin it down fa sho Hook Bloodraw: They the streets is talkin but the boy on the grind f** what they say i got money on my mind the real n***as love me them ho n***as fear me fore i let em stop my shine a n***a have to k** me so many haters the boy ain't studying em middle finger out the chevy i dont see them motherf**ers dont nothing hate but a motherf**ing hater can't worry bout raw better try and get some paper speak the truth imma give a n***a game either do anything i mean what i said usda still hungry n***a we gon eat survive anywhere cuz we came from the streets Hook to end