Total Concentration - Ghosts in the Room, Future, Young Buck

Ayy, Kerser, what up homie?

I tell my bitch just be patient

Nah, fuck that, I tell my bitch take the vacation

Take her family with her and lace 'em (go 'head)

What I’m doing in these streets

I need total concentration

She know how much time I’m facing, she just say that she just looking now

She know how I feel about them messy bitches at my house

I don’t need no middleman, I let my junkies test it out

So much coke in this compartment, got my driver stressin' out

You have no idea how many ounces I’ve been stretching now

All these niggas owe me rent, I can’t wait to catch 'em out

Bitches talking shit on tour, they can’t wait to see what this ‘bout

I take everything seri', can’t play me with your mouth

I make sure that they hear us, I don’t talk behind no backs

I don’t go for disrespect and I don’t play ‘bout moving they sack, that’s a fact

I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for

A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)

I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work)

A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)

Ooh, that iPad and that iPhone, I work hard from both

Mix the molly with the lean and we gone have a toast

Stuntin' like I ain’t got shit, I hustle hard the most

Stuntin' like I ain’t got shit, I hustle hard the most

The Bentley Coupe, the Maybach, shit, I might just cop the Ghost (skrrr skrrr)

A hundred-thousand on the weekend, I can’t brag or boast

They call me Mr Fire Marshall, sellin' out the coast

The police station down the club before I do the show

Got a iced out watch, got a iced out chain

Got some iced out ears and a iced out ring

Got a big bankroll and it won’t even fold

Put it in the pot, nigga, drop it in the bowl

Twenty-four hours, trap don’t even close

Got money by the pound, got pounds by the low

Catch me in a Louis store buying up the store

Got cash on fire, nigga, everything’s go

I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for

A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)

I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work)

A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)

I told her suck my dick, I’m ‘bout to pour my cup

She had the camera on, I said, «Don't you record, you cunt»

Wait a minute, Aussie accent got ‘em trippin' out

I’m so disrespectful, find your boys grave and I dig him out

What we about?

We about the pay

Search the name, it’s curse with a K (Kerser)

Half 'em boys are all locked away

Try tell them put the Glocks away

Who said Sydney ain’t raw?

Shit, I’m laughing at that

Got a shooter who can put your fuckin' heart through your back

Buyin' new cars that’s old to me, shout to the boys in stolen Jeeps

Back in Campbelltown we never had no silver spoon (nah)

The junkies had it, shootin' up, we’d watch the dealers cruise

Down by the beach in the house I bought

Pull out big cash, can’t count it all (fuck)

Skinny white cunt and I walk with a chainsaw

'Kay, I gotta stop, this is all I got paid for

I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for

A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)

I pull up in this spaceship and it’s paid for (work)

A big ol' bankroll and I got my shades low (I got work)

Ooh

Ghost, what up though?

Buck

Y’all know wassup