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[Intro]
Dot, dot, dot

[Verse 1: Sol]
Feeling like Carti, when it's up, it's stuck
Got these bitches all in their feelings, I don't give two fucks
'Cause I been back on my bully like the school days
Me against who, yeah, this can probably go a few ways
There's no remorse, you pay the cost tryna content
Careers are hot and trendin', I'ma bring 'em to an end
So tired of the trash this fuckin' game tryna promote
Mayweather with the pain, got niggas back against the rope
Thinkin' there's hope against the-
Your cashes, not the dollar you bastard
Be the jar of life just to operatе how I smash
Shit is tragic, you gotta be a gimmick just to win it
'Cause they want thеm carbon copy, no authentic
The inner scrimmage, I'm hungry, give me my chips
I'm out for blood like a nigga claimin' the crips
Made it on Tik Tok, oh, now you famous, you lit?
Watch how they dance when I let out lyrical clips
One to the head leads to the body
Blow hits like it's hollow tips, burst bust like a shotty
Said it with my chest, got 'em vex, overshadow it's stress
Niggas, I'm selling talent while bitches, they're selling sex, next
And the rest is history
I always knew this shit was meant for me
It took some time for them to notice
No games play, Murda, you gotta go and focus, focus

[Chorus: Amber Murda]
Ooh, we got no (Fake niggas)
Ooh, they come around, smile up in your face like it's all good
Nigga, don't you (Don't you), ever, don't you
Don't you ever come around unless you keep it one-hundred
Ready to keep it one-hundred
In fact I want you, yeah nigga, I dare you (I dare you)
To come around (Come around), on some lame shit
Know I'ma keep it one-hundred (Think I'm playin' with you)
I'ma keep it one-hundred

[Verse 2: Focus...]
I heard some lame niggas sayin' they made Focus...
Say okay, if ya'll keep listenin' what they all say
It ain't true at the end of the day
So every statement gold, I require a bankroll
Lets get this out the way, I'm cut from a different fabric
Ya'll do this as a hobby, ya'll do this out of habit
I grew up off that soul food, cornbread and that cabbage
My mama played no game, I scored way above the average
The only L I took was the L in my marriage
I bow to never go through hell again, still a delicate melanin
But real talk, this savant is a savage
I had to spit my sermons like Erick and make dollars like Paris
Makin' waves overseas, was a nigga in Paris
Was a fool in high school, wasn't treated the fairest
Had no choice but to win and leave doubters embarrass
Made a choice, no days off, wasn't followin' fairness
Get the bag, spread the love, I do nothing but gratis
I master my craft, it's due to tireless practice
Time to get my ass kick, now I'm feelin' fantastic
I'm in love with two things: my kids and my mattress, for real
I done the numbers and I earned my slumber
I sparked the fire and get too high like I was Stevie Wonder (Yeah)
I ain't gon' lie, a nigga tired of all the talk from Monday about it, bruh
But you can bet this ain't gon' stop the hunger (Uh), we eatin'

[Chorus: Amber Murda]
Ooh, we got no (Fake niggas)
Ooh, they come around, smile up in your face like it's all good
Nigga, don't you (Don't you), ever, don't you
Don't you ever come around unless you keep it one-hundred
I'ma always keep it one-hundred
In fact I want you, yeah nigga, I dare you (I dare you)
To come around (Come around), on some lame shit
Know I'ma keep it one-hundred (Think I'm playin' with you)
I'ma keep it one-hundred