[Verse I]

What you think that my aim is? I don’t care to be famous /
Just remember my name and, the quality that I’m /
….the quality that I’m claimin’, see the skillset I’m bangin’ /
No Piru but it’s flames and, get the vibes that I’m /
….Get these vibes that I’m slingin’, crown on tilt ‘cause I’m king and /
This is all my domain and, this is just how I /
...This is just how I play man, bars leave you D.O.A. fam /
With the punchlines like I’m Bayman, or Hayate ain’t no /
....ain’t no games to be /
played I say what I say, better get with the /
Program, or gt DDT’d and then /
1-2-3’d right up out the ring /
Hope you feel the Sting, but how can that be /
That I can’t even think about certain things /
Without realizing that I’m still angry /
at the former me acting stupidly /
and even possibly setting back my dreams,
I thank G.O.D for even showing me /
but now I know I need a little bit of me time /
to clear these doubts, gotta learn to breathe /
As I sow my seed, but it’s time to reap /
almost instantly, nothing but progress /
More or less interests me, but so many /
Thoughts and ideas seem to pull at me, I think i need to…

[Hook: Alex Jones]

It’s known to get crazy when combining words for pay /
I just need to focus before my time slips away /
I know God’s got me but I’m /
Trapped inside my brain, going every which a way, wait… /
(Focus) It’s known to get crazy when combining words for pay /
(Focus) I just need to focus before time slips away /
(Focus) I know God’s got me, but I’m trapped inside my brain…

[Verse II]

I wonder what your goal is? What’s the purpose you’re holdin’? /
What’s the brainchild you’re totin’? See I hustle my /
(Nah) See I hustle my flows and, spittin’ fire and /
Livin’ life the same way, no wonder I’m golden, I write my lyrics in /
(Red, Nah) I write my lyrics in bold then, pen a stance and then know when /
All my detractors notice, and realize I’m no /
...they realize I’m no novice, I just might be the coldest /
If I ever refocus, I just need to re.. /
RDFND, leave all casualties when I smash on beats /
But what exactly is the legacy if that’s all i seem to do when I rap, cuz uh… /
I can do that easily, I mean you can see how bars they come to me like /
cops in White convenient stores when I’m trying to buy a Sprite or even something small to eat /
Bombarded constantly with content, you might even think that I’m /
Lowkey crazy with the things I come up with, I get that so let me put it back in context /
I’m not here for a contest, it’s more like a conquest and /
In order to stop me you might need a nuclear bomb via congress, I just / need to focus…

[Hook]

[Verse III]

Please don’t question my purpose, or for you it’ll be curtains /
I do that enough for the both of us, your death would be worthless /
Ideas come as I’m workin’, I’m forever a servant /
Looking for ways to circumvent serpents, that’s that holistic discernment /
Won’t find me ridin’ or swervin’, because alcohol’s a disservice /
To the ones that seem to be certain, about my talents and worth, so… /

[Verse IV: Refocus Reprise]

I been here before, I’ve dealt with the waves /
I’ve crashed on these shoes, and I’ve dealt with the pain and /
Me and it built a rapport, I know what pressure brings /
Diamonds are hardly clean when you first find them I’m sure /
Rest assured I don’t play when I lock in /
I put up triple-doubles while assistin’ to my friends /
I’m pushing content to slide all in DMs and mentions /
To make sure you remember these ideas are worth way more than your
Daddy’s pension, that pen and pad is too relentless /
I’ve cut off toxic friendships to make sure that you get this /
While flippin’ syllables in every instance to prove that these /
Skills aren’t instant, I had to cultivate it /
The stress is weighted, but I’m tired of waiting, I’ll just make my own
Way, ignited by my aspirations contemplating if I /
May or may not make it, then deciding to throw these thoughts /
Away to clear the headspace, ‘cause I just need a place to sit and… refocus...