Focus K.A.A.N.

[Hook]
You can tell 'em Imma get it my way
You can tell 'em Imma get it my way, my way, okay (x4)
Focused, and I'm working on the craft
Doin' everything a young nigga got to , got to, got to (x3)
Focused, and I'm working on the craft
Doin' everything a young nigga got to

[Verse 1]
Look, my style too ill, no exaggeration
Can't get like this with procrastination
I'm a slave for the craft, no master, baby
All I can think about is making records lately
I've been workin' like I'm livin' on a mission
I'm efficient', but the vision wasn't given
To the niggas that was sitting on the sideline watchin'
They can see you strugglin'
Trippin' and fallin', but no one helps you out
Look, I know the feeling of being alone
I've come to terms with decisions I've made
But I pray everyday and I hope that I'm safe
If I send you this song, will you send me some positive energy?
Please, I am begging you for it
I'm forcing myself to feel something euphoric
Of course it's important, to point out the beauty in life
That I see like a minuscule witness
The muse for the music that people have muted
Confuse it for ignorance, that is not me, tho'
I creep low and see more, but my lack of C notes is see through
Be set in the tone of my messages
Negative outlook is getting repetitive
I am regressing, progression's my nemesis
My pessimism is potently powerful
Wordsmith, I might play around with their volatile
Lawd!