Lyrics:
The shit you talking be irrelevant
I'm making hits like a marksman
I beat these niggas by a land slide
And now I'm knocking down the targets
They see me
to start it
I'm smoking on the loudest kush they ask who farted
My shooters always on that Adderall hitting they target
My bitch is 21 years old she just
a target
I’m working in silence
Working in silence
Thought i was done for
Moment of silence
Nigga be quite
Nigga be quite
You wanna riot
Bringing
feel it's sum I gotta prove
So I channel channel
All the energy I got inside my body
As I'm eying up the target
And I line it up and
Shoot
Nothing else I
a movin' target, keep shootin' at it, it gets harder (woo)
Oh father, not a Libra, breathe deeper
It's no debatin', you the most creative, but unbalanced
Yeah yeah ayy
I'm making history
Gonna get that green eventually
Like a Christmas tree
But for now, I'll just write like a targets on my back like
a target? Get the heat ready
Wanna hit it? Keep the heat steady
Tell the industry keep it one hunnid and give Flow T his credit
Give me a beat now and I'll
add it up Mathematics
If you wanna make it then you gotta put in work
Take the pen and paper out write a fucken verse
Target on my back bitch I'm moving
This the product of grinding hard mixed with perfect planning
Now I'm hitting my targets down the field like Peyton Manning
They ain't never seen nobody
on my money now I stand like 10'4
Stand tall so I never could fold, dropping clips, guess it's time to reload, you a bitch
And you gon get exposed, target
a guess at who the target market is
Shit... I said that back in March, see who's been listening
At first I really cared but then I realized that was stupid
heart in my chest
I'm a target for them and I drown when I'm out in the depths
Say it louder for the crowd that's depressed
Your crew gon' panic
Your crew
and reputation won't be
the target of a slut
I'll be on top of the world
and you'll be cutting yourself fucked
(CHORUS)
Everything You Said
It Was A Lie
We
along with living as living targets to these officers
Now we gotta watch for any signs of us coughing
And I got asthma, gotta be cautious
Ironic now I
digging me is you kidding me
Feet up in my 2 seat
Got on all white but I'm not a sheep
Peep the receipt that Gevenchy T-O-P
So they envy
I know I'm a target
impossible, y'all feel
Big stepper, no wonder I got Tar Heels
Number one, never small deal
If my three men weave, that's a raw drill
If they targets, it's all
I'm placing a spot on the pedestal
I'm ticking off things that I gotta do
I'm getting pissed, I might wake up my animal
Go for the target and damage
of here
Hard to speak about it
Dreams where I left my body
I'm just nobody tryna tell y'all about somebody
Lord I say I'm sorry my sins it wasn't the target
Costello on the board I’m like the top target
Bars at heart but got flows like a pop artist
Talk shit, get stomped-out in Doc Martens
Bastille, Bombarded
to Mars
Went straight into electronics with
The Target card (Yes, I’m doing fraud)
Uh, Tae Retro X StanWill, whew, whew, whew
Ha ha, ayy, ayy, yeah, dummy
with LEAPS, it be the target
Get money on these beats, then reinvest it in the market
Rinse and repeat, tryna be a millionaire
Riding Dirty, yeah I
a bias
See we were told not to trap (don't trap)
It's a trap, there's more life than just that
I'm a black man I'm a target
No comments when the money come
will target the kid
Once I make noise they'll be silent but that means plotting don't think they'll love me for This
I wasn't mixed inna streets but
songs so real that the room change topic
mind like a vault got the keys and i locked it
only open when I’m locked on a target
say I don’t got tell em
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