Yo, I'm not in a condition vocally to record

Startin' over

Thank you, Maleficium

Wait Hold up, market

I pull up to the market

My third eye is a one-track when I make a bitch my target

These pussies want to start shit, ain't seen me at my darkest

Wanna know what I am all about

Come meet me at the Target

I only shop at Target, no brand deals, I just like it

Might walk around and shop around, I might not even buy shit

These bitches want to try shit, when they see me on my fly shit

They don't want me, they just want my money so that they can buy shit

I cannot even buy shit, this drip is just a lie shit

Copped all this stuff from Goodwill or the aforementioned Target

Slurp that pussy up like Mountain Dew, I make her Baja Blast

Used to jump on trampolines, now I bounce on that ass

Didn't want to be a rapper, cause my bars are kinda trash

Made like half these beats instead of takin' notes in all my classes

I don't take notes

I have three tests

What? When? On Thursday

It's Tuesday night

Imma fail, at least one

Not really, I'm jokin

Don't think I'll get above a B on any of them

That's probably true, we'll see

Finna cheat

Finna sit behind a nerd lookin' motherfucker

Watch his paper like a bird watchin' motherfucker

Do anything to pass, except for study

Got no buddies cause I never say a word in that motherfucker

Work until I can't no more so I can stop my mind

Don't want to kill myself as bad when I am on that grind

I sit around and contemplate, I got nothin' but time

Wonderin' why I feel this way, I'm wasted in my prime

Doin' well on all my classes, except the ones I need to

Drink 18 energy drinks, forget I need to eat too

Aware of my bad habits, if you bring em up I'll beat you

Plus my stupid fuckin' car, needs a stupid fuckin' retune

Hit em with a

Wait hol up mark it, I pull up to the market

The market's fuckin' Target, I'm still talkin' bout Target

Bitch