Target Practice

作曲：Justin Harrell,Rory William Quigley,Joseph Guillermo Jones II

You see I stay away from lane that speak to entertain

When I came out the wound my feet was in a game

Can't complain cause for the streets I did my thing

I see ** out of my reach and then I ain't

You think ** sweet I peach your little games

A lot of ** I let eat that went in vain

You made five hundred a week the sitting hang

Now you wanna hate on me that ** is pain hump

I caught a cage from riding round with the strap

My lawyer said this time that I gotta relax

Left my man a plug and some product of match

You should have a million dollars

Around the time I get back

And he did it

Nine hundred died to be specific

Family god ** living like peter griffin

He ain't go spitting on ** and **

Kept the police out his business

Not even a speed and ticket

Spit cream on a defense team

If I hit you you a suit like mitch green

** got rich

You all dealing with six fiends back then

Now I'm in position of fixed things from rapping

You cats ain't active

You halfway trapping

My man used to think the crack gang was the fastest

But ** make crack look average

Green leaf changes belief like a black

Same patrick huh attack fake rappers

You we come to your show wearing backstage passes

** I'mma make show your last days

Tragic from the way these shells fall

Hope you pack rain jackets **

Huh so see my blood got me getting litty I'm lit

Bring the coupes out I'mma get them ** hot

List ** say they balling like they in the biddies

Ha ha

I'm usually in the foreign when I'm in the biddies

Facts I use alast part for my registration talents

I'm way more political than legislation

Woo hoo everybody rocking mass like they had adjacent

** I put your body on the floor

Leave your head adjacent

By young ** they be praying to the scam go uh

When I was young I was dribbling like sham gold

Russell hopping down to nine five with them

Grabs a heart

I got a hundred on my wrist that's my hand to god

Pray for me swatter on my neck like the levee bro

We was going to the heights to get the better **

Give her I got a ** and don't gag

And she don't never choke **

I got stars in my ceiling with no telescopes

Share every day

That's the one two one two

I'll look at where I've been

Can you hear me up there

Wondering who I am and where I wanna be