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