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Stay Focused Video (MV)




Performed By: Tank Luxiano
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Jha'keem Leonard




Tank Luxiano - Stay Focused Lyrics
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Used to be out on the block, I was toting Glocks
Summer gettin hot, check the temp when the body drop
Police sirens blaring, we ain't caring, cause it's F*ck a Cop
Opps dodging bullets like they passes, Aiming for ya top
Mama's crying every day and homies getting t-shirts
Baby mama's left with the baby, I know they heart hurt
Grandma's out here praying for safety, but they can't hear her
That hunnit round drum go to blasting ya make ya ears hurt
Shooters getting hit on the block, It's getting technical
Kids walking round with a stick, And they some steppers too
Daddy probably still in a gang, So kids banging too
They really go and dig in ya pockets, Thats's what they learned to do
F School, N**** i'm a dopeboy, That's lil homie screamin when he broke boy
Tryna flex like these instagram dopeboys
But he don't even know that we take them as a joke boy (Learn some)
Perception boy go and learn that knowledge that you lackin
Or blame it on yo OG who be doin all that cappin
Claiming that you banging you don't even know the code
If somebody catch u out in the streets u getting exposed
No second chance these shooters they killin on demand
And if they know u snitching they'll go and kill ya mans
This game that ya playing it ain't really worth risk if you fake it
Til you make it you gone die doing this
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English

Used to be out on the block, I was toting Glocks
Summer gettin hot, check the temp when the body drop
Police sirens blaring, we ain't caring, cause it's F*ck a Cop
Opps dodging bullets like they passes, Aiming for ya top
Mama's crying every day and homies getting t-shirts
Baby mama's left with the baby, I know they heart hurt
Grandma's out here praying for safety, but they can't hear her
That hunnit round drum go to blasting ya make ya ears hurt
Shooters getting hit on the block, It's getting technical
Kids walking round with a stick, And they some steppers too
Daddy probably still in a gang, So kids banging too
They really go and dig in ya pockets, Thats's what they learned to do
F School, N**** i'm a dopeboy, That's lil homie screamin when he broke boy
Tryna flex like these instagram dopeboys
But he don't even know that we take them as a joke boy (Learn some)
Perception boy go and learn that knowledge that you lackin
Or blame it on yo OG who be doin all that cappin
Claiming that you banging you don't even know the code
If somebody catch u out in the streets u getting exposed
No second chance these shooters they killin on demand
And if they know u snitching they'll go and kill ya mans
This game that ya playing it ain't really worth risk if you fake it
Til you make it you gone die doing this
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Writer: Jha'keem Leonard
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