Yeah
E-N-V-O-U-X
Self-improvement two
Look
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
Look
We went from babies to boys to men
And if it ain't the police, the streets taking my friends
No matter how far I throw it, this Glock stay in my hands
Like a gift and a curse, real niggas know what I'm saying
They told me to drop the jewels on them
I told the its okay to lose, homie
But it's never okay to pick and choose, homie
Whether you right or wrong, you know it's right
So go and front your move, homie
I'm really the product to my environment
Imbedded to the streets
And I'ma always keep it 100 till I'm 6 feet deep
And nigga, I came up from the vill
But I'm repping G Street
We lost Uzi on G Street
We can never repeat that scene
I lost my brothers to shots, no vaccine
Watching everybody disappear
I know exactly what that feel like
Teddy bears, funerals, repasses, candle lights
I can't fake it, this my real life
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
Uh, yeah
Where you from? Where I'm from
Nigga, that's question number one
Home invasion, robberies, homicides, murder ones
Section 8 had us around the city
The way my mom was moving felt like we was on a run
We live from everywhere
From south side to north side and back
I was everywhere
From Wilson to Sheridan to Pratt
And they took Uzi around the same block I met him at
One of the realest niggas I ever met
819 where I met him at
Started off curveball, turned into wrestling
Hot as hell, summertime, posted on that step again
And if it ain't G and 800 hunnid, we ain't reppin' it
And we ain't question it
Now we all grown as hell, steppin' with the peppin' it
In our own way, eventually went our own way
But why you had to go the headstone way
Why you had to go the headstone way
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
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env0ux - Focus Lyrics
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Yeah
E-N-V-O-U-X
Self-improvement two
Look
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
Look
We went from babies to boys to men
And if it ain't the police, the streets taking my friends
No matter how far I throw it, this Glock stay in my hands
Like a gift and a curse, real niggas know what I'm saying
They told me to drop the jewels on them
I told the its okay to lose, homie
But it's never okay to pick and choose, homie
Whether you right or wrong, you know it's right
So go and front your move, homie
I'm really the product to my environment
Imbedded to the streets
And I'ma always keep it 100 till I'm 6 feet deep
And nigga, I came up from the vill
But I'm repping G Street
We lost Uzi on G Street
We can never repeat that scene
I lost my brothers to shots, no vaccine
Watching everybody disappear
I know exactly what that feel like
Teddy bears, funerals, repasses, candle lights
I can't fake it, this my real life
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
Uh, yeah
Where you from? Where I'm from
Nigga, that's question number one
Home invasion, robberies, homicides, murder ones
Section 8 had us around the city
The way my mom was moving felt like we was on a run
We live from everywhere
From south side to north side and back
I was everywhere
From Wilson to Sheridan to Pratt
And they took Uzi around the same block I met him at
One of the realest niggas I ever met
819 where I met him at
Started off curveball, turned into wrestling
Hot as hell, summertime, posted on that step again
And if it ain't G and 800 hunnid, we ain't reppin' it
And we ain't question it
Now we all grown as hell, steppin' with the peppin' it
In our own way, eventually went our own way
But why you had to go the headstone way
Why you had to go the headstone way
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
E-N-V-O-U-X
Self-improvement two
Look
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
Look
We went from babies to boys to men
And if it ain't the police, the streets taking my friends
No matter how far I throw it, this Glock stay in my hands
Like a gift and a curse, real niggas know what I'm saying
They told me to drop the jewels on them
I told the its okay to lose, homie
But it's never okay to pick and choose, homie
Whether you right or wrong, you know it's right
So go and front your move, homie
I'm really the product to my environment
Imbedded to the streets
And I'ma always keep it 100 till I'm 6 feet deep
And nigga, I came up from the vill
But I'm repping G Street
We lost Uzi on G Street
We can never repeat that scene
I lost my brothers to shots, no vaccine
Watching everybody disappear
I know exactly what that feel like
Teddy bears, funerals, repasses, candle lights
I can't fake it, this my real life
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
Uh, yeah
Where you from? Where I'm from
Nigga, that's question number one
Home invasion, robberies, homicides, murder ones
Section 8 had us around the city
The way my mom was moving felt like we was on a run
We live from everywhere
From south side to north side and back
I was everywhere
From Wilson to Sheridan to Pratt
And they took Uzi around the same block I met him at
One of the realest niggas I ever met
819 where I met him at
Started off curveball, turned into wrestling
Hot as hell, summertime, posted on that step again
And if it ain't G and 800 hunnid, we ain't reppin' it
And we ain't question it
Now we all grown as hell, steppin' with the peppin' it
In our own way, eventually went our own way
But why you had to go the headstone way
Why you had to go the headstone way
I can't kick my feet up
Reason why I got my heat tucked
Going down inside my city
Hard to say, it's not a war
Shit is getting wicked
Death in prison, coming with it
Only thing we got is pictures who responding, not the lord
Say I fit description
Write my name inside the system
Now I'm labeled a statistic, let me break it to the core
So you can focus more
Writer: Nasir Jones
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid