Artist: Skeme Album: Pistols and Palm Trees (Mixtape) Song: Don't Lose Focus Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1] Just another day in the life of crooked Gotta do it big cause I know them haters lookin' I'm doin' mines, on my grind show-bookin' Kitchen smellin' good keep a bad bitch cookin' Ha: This is life as a YG Cash rules, that's the only thing that I see Keep nothin' but them real niggas by me Levi's, white tees, swear that's all a nigga needs Yeah, can't forget that good weed Now my eyes red, work to my high heads I talk to 'em, but can't tell you what God said Never you mind, just listen to this and nod head Yeah, in it to win it like Bennett bitch Fuck ho niggas, no time for censorship If I feel the need to say it then it's said I live to see these lame niggas dead Get bread like - [Chorus] Don't lose focus Just keep on rollin' Go 'head twist that, light that, blow that Keep on smokin' See I done been here and back before So I'm already knowin' Go 'head twist that, light that, blow that Keep on smokin' (Just keep on smokin') [Verse 2] Can't stand the rain against my window Good kush got the youngin' breathin' in slow Better yet, homie, everything is in slow - Motion nigga, I'm focused, nigga It's a pistol near by me if I'm posted, nigga You could try me if you want: Get toasted, nigga We get cash on the daily, act like you're all ready OT I pack light, bitch, ball heavy Been here, and I keep it real, is y'all ready? I think not, nigga everything I ink hot Money money over y'all, that's the mindstate Get it nine ways, livin' proof that crime pays On to the road to the riches with diamonds and bitches Think with that head that's on your shoulders, not in your britches And keep it real 'till the reaper come pay you a visit Keep it one-hundred get this money my nigga what is it [Chorus] [Verse 3] Nigga, you know what this is, that bang-bang shoot 'em up G's hold your Rugers up, fuck is they gon' do with us Bitches pullin' skirts down just cause niggas movin' up Hater pull a false move, have his family suited up Put them hands on him 'till he sway, seein' two of us Then it's back to baggies, for rollin' and lightin' doobies up Niggas learn to run their mouth until the toolie buck You don't wanna play enemy in my mobster movie, bruh Pourin' out my liquor for niggas no longer present Purple by the 7's on a stairway up to heaven Figa life is like a blessing but the little shit be stressin' Like how is it these niggas don't vision me as the best, when - I give you what you need, and what you want Stuntin' for my fam, I know these other niggas won't What they don't, nigga, that's just what I does If you hate then bust a shot, if not, then show some love, what's up [Chorus]