Fatigue & Focus

[Intro] Tired of being sick and I'm sick of being tired I ain't got time for you Tired of being sick and I'm sick of being tired I ain't got time for you [Verse: Raz] I remember Rugrats on the orange tape Back when everybody thought the orange ball was my true fate Mind out of order, or I'm just a nigga Nowadays I'm conflicted over money and bitches On some Drake shit I hate calling 'em bitches I'm sorry babe but the shoe seems fitting Fuck it everyone's a critic And everyone's a cynic Everybody's a sinner But they just don't admit The attitude shitty, I don't give a fuck And If you really gotta problem gone throw it up I rock boots with the baggy jeans I should probably add a crown, just to show 'em I am everything they'll never be I was writing 16s Way before my preteens Around the same time when I was signing up for sports teams (Aww) We done made strides, now we trying to catch fire just to stay alive *mumbles and scatting hook melody* [Bridge] I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on I'm just focused on I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on me I'm just focused on I'm just focused on [Outro] Focus Back on focus (Back on focus, yeah I'm back on my shit again) Put you back on notice (Back on notice, Yeah I see what you working with, I ain't with it) See we locked and loaded (Locked and loaded, takes shots outta nigga man) Put you back on hopeless (Back on hopeless, take the souls out you niggas man)