Target Practice - 38 Spesh, Harry Fraud & Jim Jones: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

38 Spesh, Harry Fraud & Jim Jones

Target Practice

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Hip-Hop

Target Practice è stato pubblicato il 17 novembre 2022 da T.C.F. Music Group/ SRFSCHL, LLC come parte dell'album Target Practice - Single

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumTarget Practice - Single

Data di uscita17 novembre 2022

EtichettaT.C.F. Music Group/ SRFSCHL, LLC

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM89

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

38 Spesh

Vocals

Jim Jones

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Justin Harrell

Songwriter

Rory William Quigley

Rory William Quigley

Songwriter

Joseph Guillermo Jones II

Joseph Guillermo Jones II

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Harry Fraud

Producer

John Sparkz

Mastering Engineer

Testi

[Verse 1]

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 far as the streets, I did my thing

I see shit out of my reach and then I aim

You think shit sweet, I peeped your lil' games

A lot of **** 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, **** living like Peter Griffin

He ain't gon' spend it on weed and bitches

Kept the police out his business, not even a speeding ticket

Spent cream on a defense team

If I hit you, you will sue like Mitch Green

**** got rich off dealing with sick fiends back then

Now I'm in position to fix things from rapping

You cats ain't active, you halfway trapping

My man used to think the crack game was the fastest

But weed make crack look average

Green leaf changes belief like a Black Saint Patrick

Huh, attack fake rappers

You know we come to your show wearing backstage passes

****, I'ma make sure your last days tragic

From the way these shells fall, hope you pack rain jackets, ****

[Verse 2]

Saucy in my block, got me gettin' litty (I'm lit)

Bring the coupes out, I'ma get 'em titties (Topless)

**** say they ballin' like they in the bitties

I'm usually in the foreign when I'm in the bity (Facts)

I use the passport for my registration

I'm way more political than legislation (Woo)

Everybody rocking masks like the head of Jason

I'll put your body on the floor, leave your head adjacent

My young ****, they be praying to the scam gods

When I was young, I was dribbling like Shammgod (Crossover)

Up and down the 95 with them grams of hard

I got a hundred on my wrist, that's my hand of god (Pray for me)

It's water on my neck like the levee broke (Woo)

We was going to the Heights to get the better coke

I got a bitch that don't gag and she don't never choke (Nasty)

I got stars in my ceiling with no telescope

[Outro]

Testing, one, two, one, two

Can you hear me out there?

Written by: Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Justin Harrell, Rory William Quigley

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