Target

Y'all been bugging out
Since I raided the scene
Drinking 40's out a bag
With just a dollar and a dream

I ain't ever ride the wave
I rode my talent to the green
Y'all ain't making any moves
Instead y'all steady hating me (huh?)

White boy rapper
Dyed hair, look like a bullseye
Heart on my sleeve
Writing music make your mama cry

More zips on me than a dealer
I ain't tryna hide
And even god tried to take me out
But bitch i'm still alive!

I ain't scared of nothing
No more
Y'all can keep making your threats
And yeah I copy, 10-4

Keep on paying to hate me
Drop a dub off at the door
Making songs that make Ms. Muffit
Drop her tuffit to the floor (aye)

Don't get shit mistaken
I'm the port's most underrated
Breaking every wall down
And laughing in their faces

Ain't no fake shit, i'm the truth
We gon make it no excuse
Cause these boys from Carolina
Setting fires in the booth (AYE)

(Chorus)
Cause you ain't gonna catch me slippin
I'm gone off the liquor
And my words keep trippin

Waiting on these edibles to kick in
Celebrating daily
Cause the team keep winnin

Say what you want about me
Ima get mine regardless
People changing on me so much
That it made me heartless

Now the way i'm climbing up
It turned me to a TARGET
But ima smoker
Ima match you if you spark it.

(Verse 2)
I've been burning so much tree
That smoky started snitching
I've been making so much noise
The hotel started bitching

I've been drinking liquor
And some memories been missing
Like how the fuck did I wake up
Passed out in Triky's kitchen

In the studio, late night
Get my head right
Roll one up, couple G's
Got me outa sight

Lotta cheese, on my plate
So my circle tight
I don't need, anybody
Tryna kill the vibe

I've been on my Soapbox
Since the venue was still open
I got kicked out of the Calico
Cause I was too outspoken

Was playing at the Gypsy
Fore I was old enough to smoke in
Y'all think cause i'm from Atlanta
I don't know just where my home is

IT'S THE PORT, IT'S THE 910
AND WE DON'T TAKE NO SHIT
IT'S A BITCH, TRYNA GET INTO A GAME
WHERE YOU DON'T FIT

BEEN A PUNK, FROM THE FUCKING JUMP
BUT THE MUSIC LIT
BEWARE MY DOGS, BETTER BACK OFF
BEFORE YOU GET BIT! (AYE)