Lyrics:
sitch up yeah that's right
Bro you and I are not alike
Got these targets in my sight
No baby steps I'm taking strides
Fuck this shit up I just might
Go
starving
Can't be feeding t bones to ppl eating garbage
So just evaluate your target, artist
Hit the booth til the music sound flawless
Gawjuss, something
and your sight is off of that target
So focus on the Master; focus on the King
Even though I am a rapper, He's the reason why I sing
The silver spoon that's
rapping's a target, I'm sorry
It's personal yeah, but it's simply commodity
Gotta get rid of y'all, end the monopoly
Praise the LOAE
Send me where them other
inside your mind, the time is up, and die by the bomb
I'm only a human being, but I choose to be bigger
and target everyone who would've called my father
post-op
East coast Ghost-op, hoes on the hunt
Got the target locked, shedding dope
Boast, I'm, most I'd ever let a
Bitch get the betterment of my
niggas solid so I'm knowing who the mark is
Bullets don't have no name hit ya target
Bullets to the head
Have a nigga dead
Onamonapia
Grats is what I said
put two more in his back seen the blood soak his carpet
Add his soul to my collection thinking bout my next target
I remember my ex bitch but now she
don't miss
Do I be stickin to the script
I don't miss
Do I really think she lit
I don't miss
You think these targets you gon hit
I won't miss
I'm
of the chain
So they told me to go off the pain
I told them comparing the workers to servants that shit just be one in the same
I target a band, that's what my
of y'all wouldn't understand
There's a lot that goes into the makings of villain
Cuz every hero doesn't catch his target just to kill him
I remember nights
Get out the shit that you involved in
Before you turn into a target
Watch out for niggas who be starving
You know they really think you balling
Just cuz
the mud so it feel different here
I got some different aim
I think I hit my target but y'all niggas ain't even seen it yet
That's just how far ahead
I gotta
the target is, self will
I go, he lives inside me, sealed
Ain't nothing fake about that man, he real
I proclaim good news, don't listen to the fools
That said
Wait for what we play gun game, target doorman what a fun game
Take a W, man that's always, take a L, man that's a no way
It gets dark now we light up,
nothing funny
Ran circles I’m dizzy
I’m tryna go up with the people that with me
I gotta get it regardless
Tunnel vision got my aim on the target
I keep
earn my trust instead
I found out the hardest way that I'm a target and a threat
Came into this world as light and that's exactly why they're scared
I
went to harvard, that he little smarter
Headshot with the seven-six-two, make him go retarded
Big head,big brain, nah, that's a big-ass target
Bitch, I
(nope)
Shout out to all the hustlers that put in work (that work)
Whether you're a marijuana dealer or Target clerk
Keep it 100 Ben Franklin on my shirt
need a bow and arrow how you arch ya back
Now you Cupid when you shooting
But the target always moving
I ain't really into losing
Girl we off of that
racks, count a lot of checks (Checks)
Me and my girl gon' chill and Netflix (Netflix!)
Wildin' like Minnesota, you and your crew's a target (Minnesota)
Don't forget the flash
No mo lighting up
Refuse the pass
Don't puff or give
Talk wit a lisp
Hey chief
What it is
I could be a sergeant
Aim on the target
comes to this feeling, they can't defeat me
Automatic target is the chart top
And I'm taking it easy, caring so deeply
Gonna be the same til my heart
to call it strange (yeah)
Feel like my heart the only target in the open range
When the stars align, the sky's on fire, I say "I'm glad you came" (glad you
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