| 作词 : Terry Ngala | |
| 作曲 : Terry Ngala | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames | |
| You gon' think that I'm Forrest | |
| I don't want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| Wastin' your time for these broads (That ain't my focus) | |
| Usin' that time to get smart (That be my focus) | |
| Payin' attention to cops (That ain't my focus ) | |
| Makin' sure I don't get shot BLOW (That be my focus) | |
| Talkin' about all my moves (That ain't my focus) | |
| Actually getting the juice (That be my focus) | |
| Gossip celebrity news (That ain't my focus) | |
| Stackin' my argent like Jews (That be my focus) | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames | |
| You gon' think that I'm Forrest | |
| I don't want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| The powers that be wanna see me in corrections | |
| La bourgeoisie wanna keep me in the trenches | |
| While y'all trying to figure how to spend this | |
| I was plotting kicking doors down like Juventus | |
| Can't bite swag from me nigga, lose your dentures | |
| Can't buy class from me nigga, you can rent it | |
| Nice nigga with the pen, focused on my pension | |
| Putting all the pieces in the pot, watch me blend it | |
| We say RIP everyday with no resting | |
| So I gotta live for my dead predecessors | |
| I got a little hunch you be counting on your henchmen | |
| I'd rather have NO men than a group of YES men | |
| Might call you bro | |
| Them niggas ain't your brethren | |
| Might call you son | |
| Them niggas ain't veterans | |
| Might call you daddy | |
| But all them hoes orphans | |
| And they be knowing | |
| They be knowing, nigga | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames You gon' think that I'm Forrest | |
| I don't want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames You gon' think that I'm Forrest | |
| I don't want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| That ain't my focus | |
| The way I see it | |
| There's only 2 things | |
| That motivate people | |
| When they wake up in the morning | |
| They either move out of fear | |
| Or they move out of love | |
| When you move out of FEAR | |
| You'd be too scared to walk that extra mile | |
| But when you move out of LOVE | |
| You gon' run the court twice | |
| So pick one | |
| I try to choose the latter and not the former | |
| Sin Miedo, Muntree |
| zuo ci : Terry Ngala | |
| zuo qu : Terry Ngala | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames | |
| You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| Wastin' your time for these broads That ain' t my focus | |
| Usin' that time to get smart That be my focus | |
| Payin' attention to cops That ain' t my focus | |
| Makin' sure I don' t get shot BLOW That be my focus | |
| Talkin' about all my moves That ain' t my focus | |
| Actually getting the juice That be my focus | |
| Gossip celebrity news That ain' t my focus | |
| Stackin' my argent like Jews That be my focus | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames | |
| You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| The powers that be wanna see me in corrections | |
| La bourgeoisie wanna keep me in the trenches | |
| While y' all trying to figure how to spend this | |
| I was plotting kicking doors down like Juventus | |
| Can' t bite swag from me nigga, lose your dentures | |
| Can' t buy class from me nigga, you can rent it | |
| Nice nigga with the pen, focused on my pension | |
| Putting all the pieces in the pot, watch me blend it | |
| We say RIP everyday with no resting | |
| So I gotta live for my dead predecessors | |
| I got a little hunch you be counting on your henchmen | |
| I' d rather have NO men than a group of YES men | |
| Might call you bro | |
| Them niggas ain' t your brethren | |
| Might call you son | |
| Them niggas ain' t veterans | |
| Might call you daddy | |
| But all them hoes orphans | |
| And they be knowing | |
| They be knowing, nigga | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| The way I see it | |
| There' s only 2 things | |
| That motivate people | |
| When they wake up in the morning | |
| They either move out of fear | |
| Or they move out of love | |
| When you move out of FEAR | |
| You' d be too scared to walk that extra mile | |
| But when you move out of LOVE | |
| You gon' run the court twice | |
| So pick one | |
| I try to choose the latter and not the former | |
| Sin Miedo, Muntree |
| zuò cí : Terry Ngala | |
| zuò qǔ : Terry Ngala | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames | |
| You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| Wastin' your time for these broads That ain' t my focus | |
| Usin' that time to get smart That be my focus | |
| Payin' attention to cops That ain' t my focus | |
| Makin' sure I don' t get shot BLOW That be my focus | |
| Talkin' about all my moves That ain' t my focus | |
| Actually getting the juice That be my focus | |
| Gossip celebrity news That ain' t my focus | |
| Stackin' my argent like Jews That be my focus | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames | |
| You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| The powers that be wanna see me in corrections | |
| La bourgeoisie wanna keep me in the trenches | |
| While y' all trying to figure how to spend this | |
| I was plotting kicking doors down like Juventus | |
| Can' t bite swag from me nigga, lose your dentures | |
| Can' t buy class from me nigga, you can rent it | |
| Nice nigga with the pen, focused on my pension | |
| Putting all the pieces in the pot, watch me blend it | |
| We say RIP everyday with no resting | |
| So I gotta live for my dead predecessors | |
| I got a little hunch you be counting on your henchmen | |
| I' d rather have NO men than a group of YES men | |
| Might call you bro | |
| Them niggas ain' t your brethren | |
| Might call you son | |
| Them niggas ain' t veterans | |
| Might call you daddy | |
| But all them hoes orphans | |
| And they be knowing | |
| They be knowing, nigga | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| Runnin' the game trying to dodge all these lames You gon' think that I' m Forrest | |
| I don' t want fame I just wanna get paid | |
| With my name in the chorus | |
| A little disdain right up until this day | |
| Leaving my city hopeless | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| That ain' t my focus | |
| The way I see it | |
| There' s only 2 things | |
| That motivate people | |
| When they wake up in the morning | |
| They either move out of fear | |
| Or they move out of love | |
| When you move out of FEAR | |
| You' d be too scared to walk that extra mile | |
| But when you move out of LOVE | |
| You gon' run the court twice | |
| So pick one | |
| I try to choose the latter and not the former | |
| Sin Miedo, Muntree |
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