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Concentrate (feat. Deli)

Mak11

Hip-Hop/Rap

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew McDonald
Andrew McDonald
Songwriter

Lyrics

I forget that bitch my memory so bad But I can't regret that shit it made me grow man I been smoking I been sipping yeah they know that We stay focused on these digits I want more racks We gon blow that like some dope Know some hoes that love the coke Got some goals I'm climbing ropes On a roll and we ain't slowed down Get the dough then get control In my mode I'm in my zone I been broke and all alone Now I'm going for the throne, yeah I'm up in the cut with my whole squad Getting so drunk I might doze off Give her no love just the pole vault If you a dub then it's your own fault If you gon jump well then don't fall Why you be fronting you so involved Got me dunking on em bro I ball It ain't nothing how we going off I forget that bitch my memory so bad But I can't regret that shit it made me grow man I been smoking I been sipping yeah they know that We stay focused on these digits I want more racks No devil on me but that Demon on my mind, yeah it haunt me They check up on me watch me, scheming on my grind tryna copy I flex they flopping, got em fiending for this shine but they sloppy I'm next to pop you best believe it, guess you blind if you block me Yeah my shawty she top me, she give me head bet she slop me I'm getting bread they can't stop me, til I be dead like a zombie This shit infested it's crawling, I'm disinfecting the lobby Kid correcting his problems, the clique invested in profit I'm interested in what's gonna make us pop, it's worth a shot I work a lot, I had to turn up on the opps, they heard I'm hot I'm serving pot, my mans keep work up in the spot Your girl gon squawk, when she get turned into a thot God damn I'm sure they gon be shocked We been perfect with the plot, on God we scheming All this Wock done got me swerving fuck the cops I'm not agreeing, nah I saw em lurking on the block, one shot they grieving Through this process found my purpose, not a prop what you perceiving, yeah I forget that bitch my memory so bad But I can't regret that shit it made me grow man I been smoking I been sipping yeah they know that We stay focused on these digits I want more racks Self subservience over everything Nah there ain't no wiggle room Ain't you coming in between What the fuck I'm tryna do Who the fuck I'm tryna be I could never follow suit Now I'm staying true to me baby In a pursuit of relation Made to acquire some acres across the atlas Match it with the sweet fruit of my labour Yeah I'm prudent and naked Wavering's not in my cause Choose now and then later, it's elevating they chart And it's like, the Father Time can wait for no man Doing what you love is reality's greatest romance I've come to take what's mine, they call me evil like I'm Conan The stars just won't align without the work you got no chance I gotta grow man, so much to show, so many goals I must accomplish A lonely soul I stroll along the coast with no accomplice Mind is running into chaos been remote in my subconscious Concentrate there ain't no day offs, we not stopping 'til I drop dead I forget that bitch my memory so bad But I can't regret that shit it made me grow man I been smoking I been sipping yeah they know that We stay focused on these digits I want more racks
Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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