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Target Practice
Harry Fraud
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38 Spesh
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You see, I stay away from lames that speak to entertain
When I came out the womb, my feet was in the game
Can't complain 'cause for the streets, I did my thing
I see shit out of my reach and then I aim
You think shit sweet, I peeped your little games
A lot of niggas I let eat that went in vain
You made five hundred a week to sit and hang
Now you wanna hate on me, that shit is pain, huh
I caught a case from ridin' 'round with the strap
My lawyer said this time that I gotta relax
Left my man a plug and some product to match
You should have a million dollars around the time I get back
And he did it, nine hundred thou' to be specific
Family guy, nigga livin' like Peter Griffin
He ain't gon' spend it on weed and bitches
Kept the police out his business, not even a speedin' ticket
Spit cream on the defense team
If I hit you, you'll sue like Mitch Green
Nigga got rich off dealin' with sick fiends
Back then, now I'm in position to fix things from rappin'
You cats ain't active, you halfway trappin'
My man used to think the crack game was the fastest
But weed make crack look average
Green leaf change his belief like a black Saint Patrick
Huh, attack fake rappers
You know we come to your show wearin' backstage passes
Nigga, I'ma make sure your last day's tragic
From the way these shells fall, hope
You packed rain jackets, nigga, huh
Saucy in my blunt got me gettin' litty (I'm lit)
Bring the coupes out, I'ma get 'em titty (Topless)
Niggas say they ballin' like they in the bitties (Haha)
I'm usually in the foreign when I'm in the bity (Facts)
I use a passport for my registration (Italian shit)
I'm way more political than legislation (Woop, woop)
Have your body rockin' masks like the head of Jason (Fuck it)
I'll put your body on the floor and
Leave your head adjacent (Boom, boom)
My young niggas, they be prayin' to the scam gods (Huh)
When I was young, I was dribblin' like Shammgod (Crossover)
Hopin' down the 95 with them grams of hard (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got a hundred on my wrist, that's my hand to God (Pray for me)
It's water on my neck like the levy broke (Woo)
We was goin' to the Heights to get the better coke (Dimelo)
I got a bitch that don't gag and she don't ever choke (Nasty)
I got stars on my ceiling with no telescopes
Each and every day (Testing, one, two, one, two)
I look at where I've been (Can you hear me out there?)
Wonderin' who I am and where I'm gonna be