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Target Practice
Envy Caine
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Coka
Situation Gang
Team Broken
Back on my bullshit
New York City's bad guy
You've got me little mad
The streets crazy and this world is full of backstabbers
They sat me down for a minute now I'm back at it
Roll up a spliff a dead niggas got dimension
Everybody 'bout to get hit this shit is target practice
I heard 'cause got bodied like a week ago
Ran in his crib got popped he ain't see the smoke
Heard they was happy I was gone thought I was stuck in jail
I'm fresh home off a half a million dollar bail
Got the description we spliffin shit watch the peoples cry
Interrogated I waited made them believe a lie
They probably think he the greatest cause he ain't meet his match
Now everybody forgetting that Kooda B a rat
Costamado couldn't fit in the trunk
Heard niggas shot him 2010 he still ain't pick up a gun
Pulled up on him outta pool shooting hell in the streets
Caught him coming outta the store put some shells in his Jeep
I ride around with two guns I am well prepared for this shit
And I remind them that they losing every chance that I get
Kept on disrespecting the folks now everybody gone pay
Every time we change up the game they asking how did you play
I heard they lighting candles for city for expired days
Bully your gang on Saratoga there ain't no hiding today
I might just slide through the team in the AM boy
K.R can die with his gun just like Satan did boy
Thought I was finished they could run and ain't no stopping the race
Fuck with the Crips fuck with the Bloods unless you dropping the rakes
If I ain't do it myself then I must of participated
All these niggas say they hate Coka most of these bitches faked it
Me and Got beat up Fivio he ran out the store
He made it back to Fort Greene before I came out the door
They smoked Dee Savv in the air now he leasing the O
That nigga boom should of made his daddy beat with famous
(?) (help me to fill this line)
Got bitches love Coka them bitches just happen to hate me
Because he set himself on fire on Elephant money
He mad all jewelry fake it's like he glad to be bummy
And you the Crips big homie then why you doing bad
I'm in the 90s shots fired ain't no shooting back
My stomach growling I'm hungry I gotta eat today
So something gotta give it's pull and gotta be the pay
How cops talking all spicy but he ain't die yet
Niggas sparked up Fetty and he ain't slide yet
Lost my patience drop your location nigga what we doing?
The bullets burnt you up fuck around that's another shooting
And Rowdy come out home I hope that shit don't get to your head
Just like Shiesty you just gone be another Crip nigga dead
Sleepy Hallow scared to toy and we only gone beaten
Caught Sheff mans on Buffalo lackin and shot up they beamer
Parked with a dog you a joke for switch siding the crew
Then let you know you not Choo for dick riding the Woo
In this war you never shot and tried to give them an ally
You signed a deal now you still broke living in a sally
In the streets I see a fan and still be taking pictures
You went from Crip to Blood and Jay Dee locked for raping bitches
You ain't special I'm everybody K no picking or choosing
I ain't rapping bout DOD no more them niggas been losing
High out this world fire burning like an astroid
2 grams of zaza with some grabba smoking fat boy
Mix and tricks I got it on me taking bitches gon like me
I'm usually on point plus I know my niggas they got me
If I ever see O.P. that bitch gon turn to a homi
Just like a blind kid swinging he ain't hitting nobody
Buckle hit him up just like we was laughin'
GZ ain't never do a hit he had to keep on rapping
I sent the mesages to sneak up and he ain't write back
Molly G got beat up on camera he ain't fight back
Different Amiris every day feel like a week or two
Lower your tone I am a boss watch who you speaking to
Slide through (?) and once again somebody had to shoot you
Some nigga shot some (?) shot that was a massive shooting
Cruising through (?) spot an opp I'm yelling pass the rooga
Ace NumbaFive got his ass whopped by Black Aduya
This my city I got the streets cause they ain't fucking with Coka
Taking pictures dropping locations I ain't ducking the smoke
Wipe your knees you looking dumb making songs about scrap
Y'all met in jail don't say y'all been (?) 'cause all of that's cap
You a're all slipping on Broadway walking right out the bar
Could of shot him out the car but he was ducking from far
On the real you jacked the village but you ain't do shit
Your music dirt we disappointed by your new shit
I bet this nigga try to diss me for some clout to get lit
Like fever probably mad at you for all of this shit
And for once for you I let the way and made a major difference
The best rapper coming from Brooklyn had to stay consistent
Locked up I did what I wanted kept a skeptical
I came home these bitches seen me and they just had to fuck
Most of these niggas not outside they ain't even seen what happened
They was crying they wasn't sliding nigga be dramatic
Said I was broke I felt bored and bought a bigger chain
(?) outside of (?)
From New York back to Chicago we solidified
The opps dying most of my problems are minimized
Get shot for playing in the middle you better pick a side
Manipulate my surroundings and built an inter-prize
Target practice it's hard to hit him so everybody get hit
Smoke and drinking leaving the party tryna to slide with a bitch
I heard his money on my head from all the chains that I took
Get to preaching put in that pain I built a name in my hood
What's the bankest time to get busy nigga fuck the structure
I'm still surrounded by killas and crazy motherfuckers
They don't know but they be mad because they mans in a spliff
I held it down and kept it going this the thanks that I get?
I heard niggas was talking crazy where they at now?
I set the tone to let these niggas know I'm back now
Only got crazy in the head and he caught a bitch fit
(?) being quite for that switch shit
All hate it's my time I really ran my block
They say Coka be in the crib then how your mans get shot
It's GDN no leaving out from Brownsville to the Bush
Ain't nobody never outside because the Woo niggas shook
Coka
It's my city motherfucker
This my city motherfuckers
Grrrr
Grrrr
Let the games begin
Twirl
Twirl
Everybody K
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