Pvd (’22 Ill Street Blues)

[Intro]
(Real hip hop, it's real hip, real hip, real hip hop, hip)
Sounds without focus is just noise

[Verse: Focus…]
I knew I couldn't leave it alone 'cause ya'll need me
Been workin' with Andre Young, I'm job's easy
I been to studios so long, it's on GP
Lookin' like it's groundhog day, we on repeat (Repeat)
Beautiful companions with curves and deep throats
The life I live, I get the freak out in cheap clothes
I never have to worry about banditos
Comprende, legende live by G code
A toast to the future with drunk [?]
The air from thе smoke from blunts and pre-rolls
Real talk, moon walking likе captain EO
And we bigger than half the rappers we quote
Ya'll know I flow a little different
The huts are reprimanded all the way to the pacific
I'm mad dripping, I'm that gifted with mad vision
You mumble at the fact I'm still focus
I'm not switch, I don't follow
The kings have risen, your crowns hollow
You say nothing, I spit wisdom
Too many loses to count, but the wins sticken
And everything I'm saying is non-fiction the plot thickens
I love the money 'cause that money talk is sweet trip
Vagina like Vegeta 'cause I'm Dragon Ball Z
Get behind us, the hook up, and she ain't got to call me
2020 got me back into the raw me

[Verse 2: Zumo Kollie]
I might pop a purple and make my heart race
A tab and a half in my calm place
For God's sake, dealin' with you niggas like you whine, yeah
It's the end of the road for you boy
I ain't hearing all the noise, this booth is soundproof
Nigga, what you gon' do when the sound surrounds you
Woo, you gotta hear the truth in stereo
While you tie noose around the gram, wiz superior
The man, myth, the miracle, I'll be that
2017 scenes from the laundromat
Shock the market, Wall Street, better on black
Your reign too short, the game don't stop, it's just the hard facts
Cognac for the days I used to face the whole fifth
We ain't chasing no trink, we ain't chasing no bitch
In the wind, takin' shifts, take a risk
Head dunk for the licks 'fore I ever learned to mix like (Mix it up son)
Like, what is that a [?] say about me? Huh
Don't interrupt me when the money countin'
Clean the fuck up, man, not worry about it
Wrap his head, [?], dig the ground, we [?]
Pardon me, c’est la vie until the day I ghost
PBD, we made a scene, bitch, you know the coast
I learn to tenure the from my pa, he was hit on the road
I'm on a road down low 'til we crack the code
You sell your soul, I sell it back, what can I get for that
They want the formula, to sprinkle crack, assemble that
Serving where your [?] at (Oh)
Learn to be a villain in a villa where a billion get pursued
So ya'll want me do, your big income in suffer
I come and run the summer, hit cousin for the number
Small boy go and play ball, work on your jumper
See who ya'll call me, fuck up the league, straight from rocker
Uh-huh

[Outro: Zumo Kollie]
Stupid
It's because you lack focus
Ha-ha, yeah
Don't forget my mans dot, nigga